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I'll Swim
If destiny were a bridge
And the bridge was the efforts I’ve tried
Then hold my sneakers while I jump, I’ll swim
For there’s no appeal to either side
I’ve napped in the field of flowers
And ate the meal life served
A single glimpse of pure happiness
Was always flattened undeserved
The yellow brick road turned black
The glass slipper was never found
The poison apple guaranteed death
And the beanstalk never made it off the ground
As if destiny were already written
Take sanctuary to the bridge
Where one side burned, the other was fake
And so I rest upon the edge
At least on this side, lies would not be needed
To cover the flames that burst into the sky
There was truth to this open hell
And hesitance to give the other a try
A side where the sun illuminates
Shining over each enlightened despair
Only to shade over a broken bottle of words
Its shattered shards beyond healthy repair
Here, the yellow brick road leads on
But unlike documentation will prove to show
It only leads to a relapse of circles
Never reaching where a soul truly wants to go
When the glass slipper was found
And the prince hurried with the shoe he carried
His dreams were crushed to witness the ring
On the left hand of his princess, already married
The victim of the apple was awakened
To her one true love, was eternally grateful
Until someone sweeter swept her off her feet
And to her life-saver was faithful
The beanstalk finally grew
And while its beauty towered high off the ground
Bigger is not always more beautiful
Its beans poisoning the entire town
So I return to this bridge, a sanctuary
From the struggles both roads hold
Either facing the smoldering, unbearable heat
Or suffering, withstanding the sharpest cold
Standing on the bridge, looking down
The prospective promises of each grim
So I made up my mind, hold my sneakers
Forget walking, I’m jumping, I’ll swim
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