lyrical fitness

we salute at the threshold of the north sea, of my mind. and a nod to the boredom that drove me here to face the tide.
and to swim; i swim. oh swim.
dip a toe in the ocean; oh how it hardens and it numbs. the rest of me is a version of me, built to collapse into crumbs. and if i hadn't come down to the coast to disappear i may have died in a landslide of rocks and hopes and fears.
so swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land.
are you a man, or you a bag of sand?
swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land.
are you a man, or you a bag of sand?
up to my knees now: do i wait? do i dive? the sea has seen my like before though it's my first and perhaps, last time. let's call me a baptist; call this the drowning of the past. she's there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back.
so swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land.
are you a man, or you a bag of sand?
swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land.
are you a man, or you a bag of sand?
now the water's taller than me and the land is a marker line. all i am is a body adrift in water, salt and sky.
so swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land.
are you a man, or you a bag of sand?
swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land.
are you a man, or you a bag of sand?