If you’re only hoping for air
Are you really drowning
At what point is giving up the fight
The same as suicide
In the movies it looks so peaceful
Death serene and languid
When gulps of the wild river
Replace gulps of modern air
And dancing floating hair
Replaced brutal trails of tears
I just wonder – I just wonder
When do you see and know
The wicked finality of it all
How soon is the winner declared
Before you give up the ghost