Swimming

Swimming 
Towards the edge of time
There is 
This question of mine
I ask
When the light is low
Will I wake up
And continue to swim
To find 
The light again

I do it 
All in my mind 
And I wait
For that question of mine
To raise 
Itself to me
Like a fish 
Without a dream

Time
Is always turned around
Time 
Is always turned around 
Time
Is always turned around
Time 
Is always turned around