All the dorsal muscles flex
My arm is lifted
One stroke leading the next
In the water I'm driftin'
Four strokes gone by
Head up Take a breath
I'm unfit I'm going to die
This water's freezing
It makes my heart stop beating
Every lap is more difficult than the last
My legs are unfit from when I was in a cast
I need to catch up to the rest
I'm really trying my best
Might've helped if I ate breakfast
Guess after the twentieth lap I'll just passout
It's been four months since I swam last
The august water is like a brain blast
It's still technically winter
I really can't endure
Finally it's the last set
Then I can get out
Dry my head
And head home to my bed
By Ethan
2017/08/02
