Taking Some Soothing Reflection Alone

Overwhelmed, I think what's there to live for why do I cling like ivy to a stone? Why serpentine the sky or the seafloor, why am I not also on methadone? At times life is like flotsam windblown. Cut adrift but still as a lily pad taking some soothing reflection alone when these mundane days and nights overlap. A true stalwart of self-introspection I look back for lessons less peculiar something binary like blood on vellum I look for a bluish moon shining-like-pewter. A lost love now tearful with contrition I count the hours to a hopeful midnight autumn days of golden repetition, yours and mine, that's not measured or finite. I oar into the lake, alone to cry. This existence-at-times can feel so drab. But cut adrift like dragonfly pupae. Wings can bake, you believed were contraband.