Floating

The world spins and spins outside of my door
The machinations of a broken system on pause
So sometimes I think about what zero feels like
And all I can think about is floating
The weightlessness of my body adrift in the water
The warm sun caressing my face like a third date
The cold water holding me up, calming me
All I want to be is floating
At one with the ebb and flow of the source
It can take me where it will
If only my door would open to a cold stream
and let me run down its back forever
Awash in my thoughts with no future in mind
I give in to the current to cleanse myself
I arrive on the other side a new person
And all I can think about is floating