floating words like memories

drag, brown bag, time lag
out on the boat
simply afloat
running in the rain
trying not to restrain
who I am
this is no way to live
almost suffering
but not quite
half sad, near mad
distractions, still to be had
Living in slow motion
i wish I hadn’t run
it could have been fun
i can’t deny now,
that it’s done
some days I want it all
others, I want nothing
but to stop
the constant fall
at times I think
it’s just better
not to speak
but simply to sleep
in this moment





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