Afloat

Inside this drawn out fish tank comes a solitude that can't be breached.

Often I ache for the days where nothing matters and I don't have a single care in the world.

Within this auburn day comes ideas of what could've been,

I'm told to not dwell on the past but how can I not when all I have time for are my thoughts?

Without the tensions of the outside world,

it only seems as if I'm lost.

Lost in this ongoing dream of seas we were told couldn't ever be,

if this is all that's out there, why am I still even here?