#1493-Ropes

Time to float.

Searching,

For someone to hold.

When everyone looks alike,

And nothing differentiates us,

But time.

Ropes around our necks,

But we pretend not to care.

Swimming around,

Trying to forget.

Then again, it’s not real.

No actual ropes anywhere.

Just dangling thoughts,

Lost in the clouds,

Holding onto a past,

Long gone by.