My mind, it floats
In position, imposition.
High, then low,
East then West
At best, it’s slow. No flow.
It cries for help but my body won’t listen
It soaks and chokes but it’s lost it’s glisten.
It was found, and then gone again.
It tries to focus but the fog it thickens
My mind. It floats.
It floats so high that I’m lost of air
I’m trapped with a body that struggles to care
I want escape but feel guilt if I leave
I want freedom
And then I sleep
And then I wake