The Nature Of Drifting

In the space of the wide open,
I find myself lingering over
life’s uncertainties.

There is no bad in the good.
The ability to be perfect is
trying to reach the summit.

Sometimes we are seduced by
the deceit of the devil, and we
curse ourselves in transgressing.

We depart from the war
where we struggle to fight,
we own our defeat.

The nature of drifting
is losing our true identity
and we pretend like a fool.




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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