Bravely Drift

10/10/2020 Brave heart, when so I'm called - More like Gibson, my brain adjoins! Gasping for breath one inhale, Bursting with laughter the next. Thoughts don't make sense hence, poetry doesn't either rhyme big with reason! Sailing along, sometimes paddling To drift away some little current Is all sometimes will allow let that suffice and just follow The time to swim will come; time enough left to be Phelps yet Let this be enough right this sail; Now, smile as you drift along; frowning when away- Yet, still with the current and not still Off with a safe and dead log; Not safe and dead somewhere else!