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drift and bobbing listlessly, |
Eyes closed, I feel the current take me where it will,
The pulls of tides draw me in and sweep me away,
Events occur around me and sometimes I'm close enough that, by reaching out my hands, I could take part,
But usually I am content to be passively aware of what is going on around me,
Once in a while I open my eyes and wonder where I am and how I got here,
Once in a while I open my eyes and hate where I appear to be,
Once in a while I open my eyes and wonder why I sit here,
Adrift and bobbing listlessly,
I try to look out to the horizon for a new destination but all I see is a bank of fog which restricts my vision,
I'm facing an arbitrary decision,
Given that there could be dangers hidden within those banks of cloud, which way to paddle?
And here, in easy contentment, I'm frozen with indecision.
So instead I close my eyes and let the current take me where it will,
Adrift and bobbing listlessly,
Vaguely hoping that next time I open my eyes I will be in a better place.
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