The distance of us

I start to doubt:
if i have floated too high?
if that is not,
where i stay?
it is so desolate and darksome
if that is,
what i should do to forget all the being under i and today
The weather is fine
the Sun is high
the lake and sweet heart,
the white cloud and freedom
are goodliness
who is sitting the chair
at the end of the road
he is about to falling into a deep sleep












