It was time to jump. It was time to swim.
It was time to look where the future and past haven’t yet been.
It was time to return.
To how we were born.
We unmounted our robes and the cotton was torn.
It was time to jump.
Where no one has ventured.
Soaked in bubbles with oxygen centers.
It is time to get deep.
Far beyond shallow.
When gravity is off duty, we fly away from the gallows.
It is time to jump.
Don’t lie there in fear.
Unless your lying in a tub of a water falls tears.
It’s time to jump.
Just go for the leap.
It’s the easiest way down.
The rocks are too steep.
It’s time to jump.
A personal challenge.
To spread your wings.
Flying through thousands of gallons.
It’s time to jump.
It happens in a flash.
But there is a special moment in time, right before the splash.
It’s time to dance now.