Capture My Drift

The soul takes its own journey
That’s for sure
Soaring here and searching there
More with purpose the older we get, they say
Or rather the wiser, I say
It’s perfectly possible to be older
And yet none the wiser
I take myself for example
Life’s storms have burst my bubble
And left a rift in my soul’s dwelling
Without warning, too much of me has leaked out
Like a balloon losing its life, its air
And I would perhaps have been gone for good
If I had not the mind
To repair myself
And write down what I remembered
To capture my drift

© November 13, 2004
Flowery Branch, GA