FLOAT

Floating like a cherub's arrow

Who knew I'd get here

In the middle of the chaos, plague, and damnation, who gave you the right to be?

A freedom you assigned yourself with a snicker and the jubilee of a lifetime

Bliss

Afforded to you, contrary to the turmoil, you could almost just float

Like the feathered whiskers of the trees and the rustle of the winds in between

Like that tendril of hair that pesters your face

Like the shoe lace that unties itself in front of your falling face

Is it a life? One lived, one felt, one lost, and at once, found. 

What a wondrous melody. 

Even more special, it is all just for you to make with it what you will.

Float

As the careening arrow meeting space and time with a whisper of one's will. Off it goes to find mischief and delight. 

When will we get to laugh like the kids we once were?

When will we get the time to just be?

A luxury unfathomable to those lost in what they can only see.

To be, to float, and so it goes...