Drifters

Man -
The inventor, The explorer,
The conqueror, The giver.
He is proud of his might
Flies high on the fantasy flight
He holds that glittering trophy
Of triumph over his destiny

Man –
The user, The worker,
The follower, The receiver
He is weak, trying to meet ends
Day and night his back he bends
He loathes in depravity
Of misery that is his destiny.

But fools both, that is how I see
The truth they both don’t see
In The river of life
Boats don’t move, they drift
And the mover is only that one source
The mover he, the drifters we
Ah, mere drifters we,
All drifters we.