Them drifters, what a strange little group of people..
A curious lot with a jolly indifferent smile
With no anchors to neither place nor people
Are they an unfeeling bunch unworthwhile?
Or, are they beings that encompass the essence of acceptance
To abandon the deepest of worries with grace and elegance
A way of life suited to the uncommon fool
To those with the courage to leave the comfy present
And look to catch the uncertain pheasant
In search of their own rainbows and springs
Ripping off countless of destiny's strings
Traversing through storms and deserts
In the end spurned by the elusive lady fortune
Will I die a happy man or will I die a sad man , none can say for sure I reckon
But regrets, there'd only be a few,
At the time of my final adieu
For I had traded the easy living for the curious course
For it is the winding way you'd reminisce about
And not those scattered moments of exhilarations without a speck of doubt...
©shadownik
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