joy may be far away now,
but for that, she is also close to him.

how he lives his life, he is often clueless.
floating, is what he might describe his life, this life.

all he asks is a simple release from this place, this place.
maybe the simplest answer now, is to wait.
like once in a bar, a pineapple cocktail, 2 hours before the jazz and within an hour it ended.
that's how goodnights are.
a few hours before you sleep, and when you do, you wake (you bid goodnight), almost immediately.