I tread softly through the water,
Attempting the maintenance of a perfect posture.
Hoping I do not falter,
As I feel the pressure of meeting the quota.
I tread softly through the water,
As I simply, seemingly, go for a saunter
Through life.
Leaping and lunging over any evil encounter,
As if an Olympian pole-vaulter.
I tread softly through the water,
Reminiscent of a supporter.
An aorta, life’s positive, genuine supporter.
I tread softly through the water,
An exhorter, of life’s fresh water.
An importer of authentic laughter,
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