Pools of Sin

			Swimming some of the pools -
			There are so many!
			So many things to do -
			So many sinful things.

			The surface looks so inviting,
			But there are flows which will carry you under -
			Drown you in the sin of the world -
			The sin that you are now participating in.
			The pools are all linked -
			You believe you will never swim in one of those dirtied pools,
			But once you enter one
			Those nearby seem somehow cleaner -
			More inviting.

			I stand at the shore -
			For I have been saved from drowning
			More than a few times
			By One who tells me not to go in again -
			I listen,
			But the water looks like so much fun sometimes:
			I can see so many things in that water
			That look so enjoyable.
			Sometimes
			It is easy to resist -
			The ways of the marshes 
			Look simply perverted,
			And I walk inland;
			Other times
			It does not seem so terrible
			And I go for a wade
			Before understanding
			And pulling myself out;
			But then are times
			When it all becomes too much
			And I dive straight in -
			Knowing of the undercurrents
			But not really caring.
			When this happens
			I descend once more into the depths
			And the dry shore
			Loses its hold on my heart.

			Soon enough
			I find that this swim 
			Is damaging me irreversibly,
			And I wish again 
			For the safety and peace of the shore
			Instead of the chaotic ways of these waters.

			But I have lost my way -
			I do not know which way the shore is.

			So I search
			On and off
			Until one is sent to pull me in the right direction -
			And am I ever thankful
			To put my feet on the dry land.
			I wash in the nearby Clean water
			To rid myself of the dirt which lurks in those pools -
			Swearing that I will never again swim those waters.

			I can enjoy the land for a while -
			Encouraged by those nearby -
			It is when I go near to the shore again,
			When others believe it is safe once more for me to be there,
			That I begin to think again
			On the fun that fills those endless pools -
			I no longer remember the pain,
			And no longer remember the joy that exists out here -
			So much more than ever in there.

			I begin to wander along the shore,
			Yearning secretly -
			Will those who love me come and pull me away?
			Will I find some strength or reason to remain ashore?
			Or will I wonder and lust until I submerge my soul again?