A life spent Afloat
Is a dangerous one indeed –
To have no Purpose to devote
Is to rest upon a river that has no stream.
Stuck Indefinitely in indecision
As endless wading – becomes eternal Waiting –
Carefully balanced on the brink of existence
Going nowhere, Changing nothing.
To waver on either side
Soon everyone will wash you by –
Not yet dead but barely Alive
There, you will Forever lie.
But just as you begin to speak
Of the world’s cruel barbarity,
One drop and you will sink –
Into sheer Obscurity.