When the river is shallow, you cannot dive deep in,
unless it is a vision meant for you to drown in.
Waters were peaceful — how could I know?
They were murky, the last thing I saw.
Maybe I thought that azure colour was real,
hypnotized by the waves that you didn't feel.
You were the one to call it a perfect sea.
It was deeper than I imagined — I drowned, couldn't breathe.
Only saw you, gasping for air, breaking through the breeze.
You were already standing on the coast,
It was cruel that I thought I had the most.
I was naive; I thought I could dive.
For goodbye, you should know I only cried twice.
The tears blended into the waters,
I asked Poseidon: "What are these wonders?"
He said: "It is a state of your mind."
He tried to see if I was truly kind.
You made the maelstrom inside my peace,
I am waving with a clenched fist.
Supposedly, the waters are an unknown field,
some of them made you healed,
some of them almost crushed you,
some of them thought they were flawless.
some of them needed only two weeks to become aweless.
It was shallow — you were fast.
I drowned, I'm stuck in the past.