sweeping

My pen was a dancin
across the surface of this ocean
just a row boat gettin thrown
from wave to crest
scared to breath
still can't stop this thinking
always creepin
in this conscious stream

to complete
I compete
til I'm beaten
down, deep
down, between
this need to feed
and this desire
to set fire to all this life
and just fly
up into a space
that is up compared to this one
but i will never reach up
it will never be within my fingers
it can only be a there
never will it be here

where

I had fallen
but now I get back up
to dream these days
away