I Am In the Middle of Becoming Anchored

I wish I could be like Gil Scott Heron in the middle of becoming anchored, somehow reconciled, somehow being detached and lost, all the time thinking about jazz, or maybe not Hey where do they come from Tell them, so they know who they are. Tell them anything, look upon them differently So they learn to understand just what you truly mean. So hey, I'm in the middle of becoming anchored where it feels easy to feel really small Where, where ever that is, I am becoming caught in the middle of without ever thinking, with nary any thought. Peace!