One only can learn and look at the world from the periscope given to them
Kept captive by the memories those two mirrors hold
Trying not to drown, looking at the overview of the world
Striving to stay alive
Commiting a sin to feel full
Risking the chance of the punishment
I swam into my own torture, the pieces of plastic killing me
The price of a sinner
Then his vines wrapped around me
Pulled me enough to float
All mighty he watched over me
The act of kindness
Swimming desperately just enough to breath
Afraid to taste the water in my lungs again
Once at the above the water
The vines grew out of me
Striving to save the ones drowning
