I agree it's an exercise in futility.
Indistinguishable reality, Indistinguishable dream...
the unconscious transition between the state
of assimilation becoming cognizant
and still, be blurry unaware.
Almost is a promise by itself. And it's always broken.
It is an ambiguous point somewhere in time between near and not there yet,
not surprisingly though, it won't get there, obviously not anytime, not for all eternity.
It's the agony in irony.
Well, tomorrow never knows. It's a promise, not a guarantee.
P.S
I envy your drowning, you get your lungs filled up with water, and you're still singing.