Stay A Float

Outside the confines
of my dark,
insanity filled
chamber of doom
I focus on the sun,
and its intense shining light.


I ask a question
of a form so bright
so powerful providing
life with all its might.


'Why so proud?'


I whisper,
as I drift away,
drift into another
over pondered memory
that forever clouds my vision
and ties such answers
to a piece of drift wood,
drifting down my guilt filled river,
always getting away.


I will catch it...
but first I must
learn how to swim...
Or at least stay a float.