Matthew Webb

It all looks the same
In this place where everyone has twelve kids
Where do I draw my need
To swimm from a shore to another one?

How's it like beyond
This line between sky and sea
Can I reach this land by myself?

Tell me how far
I am from the river of my youth
It's still somehow
My vision of accomplishment and well

My brother is safe
I keep living in his memories
It still looks the same
In the town where we learnt to swim

I don't want to drown, but nothing great is easy
Too late, the flow's already taking me down to the falls