I am the driftwood on the sand
No wings to fly; no place to stand
Not quite lost, but like a plan
That’s changed before, to change again.
We live a life that starts and ends
With something more than love and friends
Or what’s believed
The time we spend
The things we do, or just intend
A life lived once, then not again
- to live without the ‘why’ or ‘when’ -
Adopt the ’good’, amidst the wrong
Become the ‘wrong’, to feel strong
Or embrace the ‘grey’
and not belong
To either side; to neither throng
Place all choice on timelines long
And watch them fade to the Beyond
Then what is left on timeline’s right
When all our days have turned to night
Who will read the books we write?
Who owns the things for which we fight?
It won’t be us; we’ll be long gone
So now what should we think upon
When in this life, we’ll never know
Key answers sought before we go
What should we teach?
To take or give?
Is the ‘greater good’ to die or live?
I suppose for now, we cannot know.
We can only only sow, and watch it grow;
And find ourselves lost in thoughts
That circle ‘round to form these knots.
But life is short, and must be lived
Despite unknowns through which we sieve
We are the Middle - not Start, nor End
We’ve changed before; we’ll change again.
