Listen sweet thing; I’m not very political
And it seems like you’re pretty basic
And simply enjoy the sun, too
And strawberries, ripe fruits,
Chocolate cake, smiling
Hugging and caressing
Laying on the beach, bare
Making love and enjoying life.
What else is life but a tasty quench from succulent fruits?
Sweet goods, sunlight, and warm weather
Wide embraces, soft kisses behind the ears
Short chats and easy laughs
What else is life but cooing talks
And sweet sweet touch
Hot air nags and tugs the burning skin. Just cut through all the nonsense and dive in. Power swim across this deceivingly peaceful shark tank. Plunge away from every little thing. Rinse away the pain and the anxiety. Motor your way through life. Just keep swimming.
Swim for survival.
Swim to breathe.
Swim to finally be.
Four laps to fifty, swim to infinity.
Swim to be free; you don’t belong to anybody. Swim like the fish; scaled, slippery and eyes focused. Swim in a world that’s completely blue; blue skies and blue ground, as they rotate round and round. Head up, head down.
One two three, four five six. Life is numerical, life is simple.
Soul is the body, and the body is powerful, almighty,
Instinct becomes the new religion.
Life becomes real.
There’s no reservations and no denial; there’s just the pure and sacred holy truth.
You’re an animal,
teeth gritted and skin bared.
The only thing you smell is sex and survival.
The only thing that matters is to just keep swimming, keep breathing.