Good Night

Suppose that I laze upon a swimming pool: I am hooked around a donut ring, living the good life: People drink juice with me, never wilting under the glare. Suppose-next- that I pace my room, Not really sure what people talk about outside. Suppose one to be true, the other a lie, I think something important would be drowned deep inside— But the feeling that I am being kept alive by so many different people: It keeps me afloat even as I go to sleep at night. I lose the power of speech every time I go to bed: Past sunny skies and loom dark worlds ahead. I want to die vaguely, with the closing of an eye: With no friends around me. But even that is a lie.