Once I saw a drenched log of wood in the middle of the ocean that reminded me of his body
So I jumped right in to swim and retrieve it.
I knew the waves would be too massive and I wouldn't stand a chance.
And even in my subconscious I knew it couldnt be him;
But I swam anyway, guided with a hope like some kind of energy
And forced imagination that I would, I could guide him back.
So I swam and swung one of my rubber arms around the rotten log
And pulled, pulled with all my might, to paddle this trunk to the land, where it belonged.
The waves were my friend this time,
Pushing myself and the log back to land,
Maybe out of pity, maybe out of mockery,
But we made it.
So I sat and watched the piece of wood,
The decaying flesh and drowned bugs,
The molecules oozing out, onto the silvery sand,
And it said to me 'you've lost your mind.'
And I believed it.
And I swear to God, I watched the log get up and walk away from me,
Back to the ocean.