The Drift

The Drift by Odin Roark How far such distance? One’s birth is so innocent Only to be lifted Set alight to learn gravity Where emotions Intellect Transcendence All vie for a bit of influence Such small minds Of gaping eyes Gaze at the unknown While adults Parents Teachers Clergy Smile Announce without foresight Welcome! So goes the drift That levitational ricochet Set up by massive influences Bumping Pulling Shoving Trajectories destined for… Who knows? Unknown reason Becomes one’s journey Even though some assume an answer Wisdom suggests We may not have a clue Nature doesn’t play the same games Human species wallow in Our intelligence betrays us Tricks us into believing We have the answer When all along What if there be no confirmations Only delusional answers? Will we still plod forward Believing we can overcome The enigmatic gravitational force That which often pulls our heart down Usually into sadness Our mind Usually into crushing disappointment Our souls… Well I’ll leave that to the supernaturally bright The elite who know not drifting At least not until…