Its always just relative

As only a drowning man can come to terms...
To be at peace with the short comings...
The failures...
The fates of less attempts...
And the ones that seemed like jokes...
That would could only be funny towards the end...
The hollow faces and the words of morons...
Could seem like nothing having to wake...
And make a smile for the world, if only for a few meals...
After sometime the feeling of drowning is only relative....