Just like fate floats and
I with it, driven by it
and a little me.
– James Steerforth ( © 2010 )
Written for One Single Impression and Floating. Caught me in sort of a somber mood…
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Beautiful. Keep floating, friend.
Simple and philosophical poem. A lovely take on the prompt.
mm wistful
or is it drifting, the proper description of that feeling?
Fate drives us, and we drive it–and though we are small, we change the shape of everything.