A bit of fatigue sets my mind adrift;
Cut loose from it's moorings, it rides the tide.
Swells toss it about, and the sudden shift
Causes changed perspectives from the rough ride.
I drift rudderless along the shoreline,
Venturing unguided before the gale,
Running attuned to the rising wind's whine,
Powerless to skipper without a sail.
My cerebral navy remains afloat,
To follow all the currents in the sea.
My weary acumen is in that boat,
Gratified for such opportunity.
Despite my grand expense of energy,
It's strange that my fatigue should set me free!
Mick McKellar
April 2015
Sometimes, I believe my mind must be weary to drift away and see life from a different perspective.
Mick
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