Aimlessly Adrift

Once in a while
perhaps at great length
I'm given to dither with prose

I scribble and doodle
with stanzas and stout
But none of it good I'll disclose

A purposeless life
is a ship without rudder
Its actions are float, drift or sink

A directionless journey
with no destination
Leaves its crew little recourse but drink

Through the fog and the rain
they keep at their tasks
Though the fear darkened night keeps them wailing

but a light they will find
and somewhere to dock
so long as they've will to keep sailing

to redouble their grip
is the core of their craft
if they want to leave their location

but starving for options
they're left little choice
as they've been pressed to their current vocation

no matter the ship
no matter the crew
we've all a journey to make

either make a choice
on where you would go
or it'll be made inspite of your sake