I often feel lost,
Falling through the air, trapped in thought.
Never knowing where I’m going,
Or of the consequences I’ve brought.
It is a lonely existence, so high above,
With crowds of ‘doers’ that can’t be touched.
They are so far below me,
White specks upon the vales.
Like daffodils,
Truly unreal.
But you are here, suddenly floating with me,
Like a cloud of white cotton candy.
Stringy and loose, with thoughts shining like stars,
I guess it isn’t so lonely to be who you are.
Others come too, sometimes,
They bring their love, and they bring their rhymes.
They make us feel not quite so alone,
But th