Om

If I were drowning
I would want you to be the water
If I were bleeding
You would be stained with my blood
If I were choking
You would be lodged in my throat
If I were burning
You would be the kindling that started it all
If I were broken
You would be my breaker
If I were falling
You would be the spikes at the bottom

Then I reach Om

If I were drowning
It would be due to a course in nature
If I were bleeding
It would be because I am fertile
If I were choking
It would be from gluttony
If I were burning
It would be only with love
If I were broken
I would soon be fixed
If I were falling
It would be in love


And so you see, I am better without you.