Imagine a rectangular tank
you are standing barefoot in,
wearing nothing but your favorite
T-shirt.
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You look down as water begins to rush
in from the side of the tank.
At first it’s exciting.
You wiggle your toes,
smile, and feel the water climbing.
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But the water continues to rise,
and it gets colder.
You cling onto your favorite t-shirt
and wrap your arms around your body
as it begins to shiver.
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The water is now at your hips
and you don’t know what to do
Do you swim in it,
or let it drown you?
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Pounding at the side of the tank
your hands turn to uncontrollable fists
Your toes now smash the bottom
as you jump up and down.
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The water then reaches your shoulders
You shudder like it’s a stranger’s slight
touch.
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Every piece of you screams
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How can I be made of mostly water,
Yet have this be so threatening?
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It rises to your neck now,
And the choice before is gone.
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You can swim all you want,
But eventually you’ll drown.Â