Levels and layers.
Things aren’t so clear.
You know what I mean.
Not-sure where to steer.
Like lost at sea,
At the mercy of weather,
And changing waters.
I can feel like a feather.
So small and confused,
Though things come to light.
But, like it’s just in one room,
And it’s not even night.
Where the walls are all windows,
So it seems i can see.
And, the views outside
Are what’s teasing me.
So I can’t really say where i am.
Not sure it’d make sense to you.
I’m happy to try.
That’s what we know,
Sharing our thoughts
As we go.
NOT FOR RANT 