bobble

As i float along on my lake of pink

i allow myself a moment to blink

think of the times before whats happening now

and hope the tide doesn't let me sink

waves lap my hair water fills my ears

i drift along bobbing for years

i feel it getting deeper this collection i keep

to myself in this ocean thats no longer clear

an oar or boat of something kind

will fish me from the water not leave me behind

take me somewhere i know that is safe

but past experience will show me i'm blind

i'm keen to know what land has in store

i am eager with desire and yearn to know more

but still i float in my lake of pink

floating floating never returning to shore.