{Are You Still Awake?}

The Pond

I am floating in the pond.
No one else would seem to be here, and the sun shines warmly upon my face,
But the sun is deceiving, for no matter how much I smile upon him, he will not grace me the same.
I am floating in the pond,
There is water in my lungs.
It would seem that with all the time which I used to smile upon you,
I let danger pass me by.
I am floating in the pond and the water burns my throats and weighs me down,
But oh,
Perhaps the sun may smile back.