A Feeling of Weightlessness

Sometimes 

I feel like I’m a loose piece of Styrofoam 

floating around in the water, 

going whichever way the current takes me 

or whichever way the wind blows.  

Sometimes, 
like the lightweight piece of debris, 

I go round and round in circles 

because the tide flows in one direction 

and the wind blows the other way.   

Weightless.  
My mind is drifting aimlessly

And just like any piece of packing material, 

used and discarded, 

or chucked in a corner 

for any ‘just-in-case’ occasion

I lose my direction.  

I could not forsee

I thought I was such 

a happy-go-lucky ex-worker 
glad to get out of the rat race

heading for the retirement village 

only to be waylaid 
and recycled 

for some other purposes.

So
is this all

a part of life?

Or 

is it just an existence?

to be borne till the day 

Someone switches off 

this life-support system?