Published: 16 June 2025

we all naturally float

we all naturally float
it’s a matter of fact
carried over a waterfall
bathing in Shangri-la
we all float with ease
it’s true some float more
than others, not to mention
those who are sinkers
but that’s not what
I’m thinking about
rest assured, it seems
a good time to remind you
we’re all born in water

we all naturally float
if not in nature at least
in mind, where, we pause
between pauses, spend hours
like minutes and minutes like hours
because time has no meaning
it’s just another illusion
not to mention a bubble
that’s for real, it rises
between you and me
both of us reflected in it
millions of people
a multitude floating in it
isn’t it wonderful how easily
we’re carried away

yes, we all naturally float
if everything is an illusion
this isn’t, join me
don’t believe otherwise
relax as we recline
upon an undulating surface
that suits us most
we shall drift over crevasses
the ruins of yesterday
requiring only this bubble
to rest upon, despite
the dreadful depths that lie
beneath; if you like
I’ll hold your hand
turn and say to you
if only to remind you

we all naturally float

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oh to be hated

oh to be hated

to inspire such a feeling within someone
I must really get under your skin
to think about someone, a lot
whether to know what to do, or not
if anything special will be required
yesterday, I was no one, but today I‘m
someone, because I was chosen by you

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