Off the Shallow End

I believe I'm off the shallow end
and there is no water
I'm swimming down to the deep end however
and soon will become a fish
(out of water)

Today I woke up and started to look for french toast in my backpack,
but upon finding my English boxer day,
discovered that making a razzmatazz (piece of toast) would be better.

When I got up to wander downstairs,
I tripped again and again over the same stairs,
because they were one in another.

By time I sat down,
an hour had passed backwards and my feet were no longer cold.
The dog began barking until it realized that I was the same,
but different as a new day.

My neck started craning at the kitchen door,
and I found myself in the icebox,
and again my feet were cold.

I had some juice and I settled down,
but quickly I found that there was work to be done,
so I had some fun before it ended.

I read the book,
and tried to write about it,
but only insults flew across my head,
made to allegory on the page.

Now mum's making jam and toast,
slowly, softly, like it's on its death bed.
wanted open. what a crazy me in the bad morning.

I believe I'm off the shallow end
and there is no water
I'm swimming down to the deep end however
and soon will become a fish
(out of water)