Thursday, May 21, 2015

Drift Would

Drift Would

When the swollen river
Would carry me along,
I could have cared
No less in my song.

To be drifting on,
Going with the flow,
Was a real blessing
More, much more than I’d know.

Caught in the pool,
Eddy’s of twisting fate
Some unknown strange disaster
Now making me relate.

Comfort was too overrated,
Once the stream of time,
No sense or purpose,
No reason, no rhyme.

Lifted by the turbulence,
Harried under turgid force,
Lost for a direction,
Heading for something worse.

Battled to the current,
Of how life should flow,
Pressures above me pushing,
And much more below.