Adrift
Adrift
The mornings that faded to their noon,
Nights unwound without a moon.
Living like I were immune,
Memories too casually strewn.
I know I should get in gear,
But where I’ll get to remains unclear.
And I continue to ride this sphere,
Not really knowing how I got here.
And the days that flew by too fast,
And the nights that didn’t ever last,
And I find that time isn’t so vast,
And here I am, and I never asked.
So much has passed I did not intend.
So many twists I cannot unbend.
So much time that was misspent.
Still, I seem so far from an end.
Sitting here, everywhere to go.
Full of the knowledge of I don’t know.
What will the dice on the next throw?
What strange wind will next blow?
And the days that flew by too fast,
And the nights that didn’t ever last,
And I find that time isn’t so vast,
And here I am, and I never asked.
Cliff Lake 3/12/2025
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