I'm on the decks,
They float up off the sand,
Past the chuckling palms,
Over the buildings pointing like fingers,
Into the contemplating clouds,
And into the black,
Then they throw me back,
"Figure it out" they shout,
As I catch up to the the tears,
Falling like raindrops through the sky,
Those I'd shed,
As I rose.

Sure I liked the lanterns,
Sure the river looked pretty,
But what I'll remember most is the people,
That lit corners of my heart
I'd forgotten existed.

As I look out at the river in Hoi An,
As the mosquitoes eat me alive,
I wonder why I gave up on my dream so easily,
Does society **** it out of you?
Want you to conform to it's working patterns?
Of course it does,
Society does not care much for dreams,
Except for material ones,
Houses, cars, possessions,
It likes those dreams,
They keep it bloated,
It does not much like creations,
Or the creators that create them,
Those that give birth to something out of nothing do not feed it,
Sometimes they even harm it.
Thus we must fight for our dreams,
We will rarely feel fulfilled,
We will rarely feel successful,
For society does not want us to.
We must help each other.

15 floors up on the terrace,
Distance seems endless,
Figures an oil painting,
Buildings just dust,
Noise a never-ending static,
Fog a malfunction in the code,
The sky nothing but a watercolour,
And the sun just a fragment of time,
Laughing at the dreamers who rhyme

Only you and these tears now seem real,
Will it forever be just the once?

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter,
A girl runs into the corner shop,
Chased by a boy,
She's giggling,
Bubbles fly everywhere,
The innocence of youth.

I feel like I'm going to be chasing
the high of what we had
forever.

Anchored to the ground,
But free to float,
Is there a more peaceful existence,
Than that of a boat?