Distant

There's this crushing feeling,
as I float off,
into some distant land,
I know I will not survive,
if I float too far I will never come back,
never be able to return,
if I let myself slip too far away,
I won't find my way back,
I will slip so far,
retreat too much,
and never learn to truly live.
I will stay,
for as long as possible,
until I slip away truly,
by design,
or by accident,
I would take the final step,
so much easier,
when you must float,
and free fall,
your way out of a thousand different feelings,
that you never quite feel,
to avoid the reality,
you slip further away,
trying to gain distance.
When drifting,
through a thousand,
little lies,
you dare tell yourself,
to keep that distance,
to one day,
finally slip away,
into those lost thoughts.