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…