I never thought I’d be here,
But tides – they tend to shift,
And some may walk, or swim, or fly,
But I was born
To drift

I never thought I’d be this age,
Or this worn out, I guess:
But plans are just another thing
Exposed to randomness

Yet all of this: the sun, the waves –
It is, at last, a gift:
We all must reach the shore one day,
For all are born

To drift

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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