Should I write

Floating on the neon blue
Eyes stuck to the dark skies like glue

Drown any lower, I’d die breathless
Stop flapping, death comes nonetheless

Between the relaxation and keeping dread so far
Existential questions popped up, for each shining star

How can one be so unwind
Yet, be lost in thoughts and strained?

Who cares? So, I bred the thoughts in the silky ripples
Water, why? Sky, why? Air why? All followed in trebles

Silhouettes of trees towered upwards
And ever so slight breeze came towards

Unwound and undone, My mind
aimless, wandered so kind and blind

Why is the sky so evenly bright by the day
And night only comes with twinkles at its bay?

I thought finding out comes close when dead
So, I let Adam’s ale take over to hit the bottom bed