An Attempt At Deep House

A Poem by Dina

Lyrically, this was cathartic as all hell

I’ve bruised my ego
And funny bone
And now I’m limping on swollen toes
I had a goal
But that was then
I haven’t thought a-
Bout it much since

Does this makes sense?
You’re new to me
Can we just dance
A bit past 3

I’m feeling free
But it’s illusive
My last connection
It was abusive

And now I’m swinging
at everything
Cause I don’t know if
It’s them or me

I feel explosive
But keep imploding
Thought I was sinking
But I was floating

And now he’s focused
He seems devoted
I walked in closed
But came out open

And now I’m floating
Floating down steams
To my surprise
They’re made of dreams

Is it safe to dream again?

Or safe to be seen again?

Float
Float
Float
I think it’s working

Float
Float
Float

I think it’s working
Float
Float