By Beth Dover/bdove@ufl.edu
Date: 15 February 1999

"drowning"

I felt safe
           but maybe I was
                         actually
                               falling
                                    under
           water where my senses were not
                             in proper
                                   order.
I was drowning in a facade
                          in dishonesty; which 
             is a bad place to reside.
Too bad I can't
         distinguish between
safety and
                 drowning.