Listen to Floating, from the album Easy by menwhopause.

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Thoughts are floating up to the
skies I can’t find
Words escaping melody,
Incoherent distant rhymes

You with me and I with you
Together, we’ll bide time
Godot arrives
Do you mind!
Stop faking, you’re not mine

Done to death
Discrete for life
Hung, spiked and drawn

Homing in on
The space within
Soon there’ll be dawn

You’re looking at the dried stains of spunk on your wall
You’re looking like you could sigh,
You’re feeing very small

You’re doing things a different way
But things just won’t change
You’re thinking hard, you’re planning far
But the scheme will rearrange

Been doing all, as you recall,
Now you’re questioning your soul
If there is no wrong, If there is no right,
There is no thought patrol

There is no wrong, There is no right,
There is no thought patrol