Deep Deep Deep

Here. Here I am. Am on the edge. Of the deep deep blue, And the deep deep black. Of going forward and going back. But wait, not yet! How did I get here? How does one find oneself on the edge? After taking such great care To even avoid the choice Between the deep deep deep deep And the deep deep deep deeper. Oh yes. That's right. The flashes. The waves. They pull me in then, disgusted, Push me back. Hahaha! So I went. Hahaha! Infinite naivete. Once, I made the choice. The waves pulled, deep deep deep. Into the shallow blue. But, after only having gone so far, Exhausted, collapsed. Beware, what dangers lurk beneath. Hiding, in the deep deep sea. Ghost rocks, jagged, move to Catch your fall. Cushion the blow. Oh, but how to choose The greater degree of treachery? The blue? Whose waves' direction You could not tell? Or the rocks? Lying beneath, Waiting to showcase your pain and agony To all those bored by passers who wanted to see. Yes, yes, now it's easy to see. How one could find oneself Here. Here I am. Am on the edge. But, having been driven back (It turns out the waves were pushing And the winds were blowing Onshore.) The edge is no longer a choice, The edge is not the edge, But only the edge Of a path. Leading me out of the deep deep blue
And into the way.