As I dive deeper into the abyss.
I come upon hidden secrets in lost chasms.
For I have dove where few wish to dwell.
That I begin wondering if I’m drowning?
For no one seems to care about the treasures I seem to surface.
That I begin to sink deeper into despair.
But you will keep your white lies and false prophets.
Follow the herd that feeds you only kernels of the truth.
For a grain of truth is useless in a field of lies.
Especially when one has dove the very oceans floor for answers.
That your land locked clichés seemed to grow from dirt.
The suspicions grown from the seeds of bad apples.
That I must swim or sink.
For I dive for questions.
With no drive for answers.
The ocean becomes my cup.
I sip for knowledge.
I drink for truth.
To quench my thirst.
My mind is parched.
I seek hydration.