What lies beneath

The graceful swan, on shore not quite as silf like.

I supose we are all like the swan, hiding most of the real us, whether with fashion, words, or magic. Some move apparently effortlessly around, while beneath the surface they padlle as furiously as the rest of us. Others really do move that slowly and get there in the end anyway.

One day I hope to look back and realise, I may have been the ugly duckling, but I turned out alright in the end,(Just don't look at my undercarriage).