The Waltz of the Drowned

Those little children! They hold it well, but they haven't gone nearly as far as we. They don't depend  on this stuff, this bliss quite as fully as me. They never gulp their sorrows down. They only sip lightly. And they float along  a merry river  while giggling brightly. And here I am. Drowning in an ocean. An ocean filled with sharks and toxic chemicals. And I just can't seem  to keep my head, my head  above the water.