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Swimming sometimes but slowly

Always drowning in the medication

That sweeps me from your shore

As it washes waves of mediocrity

Over me diffusing thoughts

Dragging resistance with the tide

A direction I do not wish to take

But up-stream crawling to you

This life-drug I will fight

To reach the love-cast lure

Fashioned always in my eye

That will pull me from this curse

And deaden the drug

That seeps steadily into my pores.