Deeper poetry for the more advanced swimmer

Second Reflection: Weightless

It isn't so often,
That I think of nothing.
And so,
I'm always thinking,
About something,
Or someone.
That someone can be good,
But mostly they're just bad,
And though I'd chase them away,
To vanquish them at night,
To see me with a smile,
Is really quite the sight.
Rare, it is not,
Exquisite, it is not,
Captivating, it is not,
Unique, it is not.
Honest, that it is,
Pretty, that it is,
Free, that it is,
For you, that it is.
Inner thoughts,
That snare my hopes,
In nets of doubt,
On a darkened sea.
What simple words,
With precious sound,
To crush me so.
So what,
They are heavy not,
Upon my further thought.