Floating World

I don’t know anyone any more.
Have you felt this feeling too?
Do people seem further than they did before,
drifting off in their own points of view?
It seems every life has folded up
like plants before the rain
and there’s nowhere to grow in this floating world
but back into ourselves again.

I don’t know this city any more.
The streets they all have changed.
This morning I stepped outside of my door
and found them all rearranged.
Every storefront had folded up,
every avenue changed its name.
There was nowhere to walk in this floating world
but back home again.

We’re drifting free
like creatures of the sea
tossed upon the ocean’s swells
You’re so close, my brother
but we can’t find each other
with our heads pulled back into our shells.

Oh I don’t know you any more
but won’t you still come and visit soon?
We can take two lawn chairs down to the curb
and talk in the afternoon.
We can watch the streets fill up with faces
when the evening brings its rain.
Then we’ll part our ways in this floating world
to go back into ourselves again.

We’re drifting free
like creatures of the sea
tossed upon the ocean’s swells
You’re so close, my brother,
but we can’t find each other
with our heads pulled back into our shells.
You’re so close, my brother
but we can’t find each other
with our heads pulled back into our shells

Tam Lin