The Floating City
Even as I sit in this chair, the city rocks. I am on the boat again or did I ever leave?
Shifting and settling underneath me It tugs my heart and mind back to this place…
The floating city There is no escape. I am no longer trying to get away I am here When I am here, I am not sure what is real and what is a figment of this floating world.
Un –realized / realized dreams Open dialogues of days gone by The in-between The middle The muck
I sit and wait I actually try to move but I don’t But I am...you see The floating city is constantly moving