Bumble

I  envy those with purpose
The direction they take for granted
While I float like driftwood
They vaunt achievements mounted

With every ripple I’m lost all over
Floundering at the deep end I stay
No Northstar, no compass
Just the waves tousling me every way

For a pull, oh, even a push would do
What I wouldn’t give for just half a clue

 – Raziel ©2017

In response to The Daily Post – Bumble