floating thoughts

I have to let myself float
Not dream about wings so much
I am faster than myself sometimes
and i keep bumping into me
a container
a machine
need the floating thoughts to float
freely
forget time
forget the question marks at the end of the sentences
it's real
what changes we bring upon ourselves
we grow into who we want
but for me
a horizon
the devil's golf course
a quiet corner
and mostly music
to get back into rhythm when you lose it
to not lose rhythm
and the dive from soberness into unsoberness
on a saturday afternoon
with the anticipation of
the most beautiful sunset
which is one of the ones
that i will miss
the most