Floating - 20 Mar 2004
As I sit in my chair
I wonder if I should care
the problems of the world
and death I see
A constant fear stalking me
in my prime I wait for death
it's all surreal especially the real
if I seek a higher place I can leave my cares behind
if I don't deal with the small things I go nowhere
when I posture and pretend I can blind myself to my pain
I'm comfortably dirty
I'm floating
The Meaning
This one is one of the darker poems I have written and it is about the state of mind I have been
in for a while.
I have several times in the past found my self wondering if I am just floating by or if I am on
a path. If I am on a path then where is it going and what will happen when I reach the end?
This is also dealing with methods of escape that I use, trying to escape from the world that
we're in socialy and also from the pain of life.
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