on the floor of my mind

I sit weightlessly                     (weightlessly) 

rocking slowly, back and forth

casting my silver reel

into lunar lakes of thought

watching the slender line sinking     

into the swirling basin

before cautiously                    (cautiously) 

dipping my toes in

one by one, edging away 

from the vacant ground                       

moving steadily, down down            

   but then                               (but then) 

retracting swiftly back

as I feel the ice cold grip

trying to pull me in                    

for if I fall

                          and slip 

into these waters 

I might lose myself                 (drown) 

and forget how 

to swim.