Plagued by this amphibian feeling
emotions drowned in murky depth,
whereas the other half
is crucified on drying land...
There is a frog in my heart and throat;
he jumps so randomly it seems..
One second I am sputtering
the other silent like a dream
I am reduced to clamminess
and a tongue that\'s thick and lolling
my frog skin hard and drying
but drowning far beneath...
Would it be so hard to admit,
a love confession endeared
to a person that I admire
than remain here in the mire?
You know, I could swim the ocean
or run the rugged land;
I could find my answers
if only I would ask.