Let's converse with passion
As we spin with our rotation
On this ball of water,
Let us speak of flotation.
It's either sink or swim,
With waves up to our neck,
If you are not sure what shape you're in,
You better check.
Keeping your head above water,
Try learning how to float today,
With high tide on the rise,
Floating is the way.
Like a matador in bubbles,
Floating in the foam,
Flopping on the surface,
Floating alone.
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