floating towards somewhere
the dancing winds go missing
boundless movements towards...
perhaps a collision of hide and seek,
cracking down on my mind
dusty choices ache for choosing
their way, nothing more yesterday.
too bad I float on an imaginary comfort,
of little pieces of love, parts...
simple pieces of me, hah parts gone missing
everything rubbed me wrong,
i'm looking for the exit, people seem
so very serious, I want to water it down,
water people down a bit, break them up
into little pieces...