We all say at once that we were not ready, we say it's too late
But the trees sway and the sun lowers,
And we tell them that we have not prepared enough.
And none of us can quite understand why we are still
At the water's edge, of the sea and of ourselves,
For what we are standing here debating we could've just jumped in.
We tell each other quietly it's getting late,
We say we're ready to call it a day but we should jump in once more,
And conjured up nerves we didn't know we had, for the sake of facing the cold.
And we let ourselves bathe in the cold and the reflections shaped like veins,
We fell under and our muscles loosened and w