I'm trying desperately to hold my brain inside my head

To stop it from running out and pudding under my desk

Maybe it's the water that makes it all better

In closing me in its cool embrace

Perhaps it's the pain,

The aching of muscles as I push through liquid,

That makes me forget

Gives me something else to think about,

other than puddle I left behind

Perhaps it's the victory that shines through when I do something impossible

Something I could not fathom yesterday

Maybe it's the people,

We all laugh and groan together,

Hateing and loving at the same time

Maybe that's why we're there

Maybe that's why we don't care if we look odd,

in silicon heads and alien eyes,

in barely any clothes

Maybe that's why,

When I leave the waters embrace,

I smile

Perhaps, just maybe, it's all things that keep my brains in my head

at least till tommorow