Poetic Outlet (ish) II

I just found this in a word document on my computer. I have no idea who wrote it; I guess it could be me, but it's not quite my writing style (bad).

In times when life slows you down
Enough that you can walk around
Without the thought of consequence
Tearing at your conscience
I sometimes wish
That like the fish
I could swim and not look back
But times like these
It comes with ease
The certainty that the things I lack
Will become my strengths eventually

-OSK

Holy crap, how long ahs it been since "Poetic Outlet (I)"?