DRIFT....IN THE STAGNANT WHIRLPOOL...

Life a whirlpool, constantly tending to nothing...

We  move too  fast, churning and whirling...

Engulfing every idea, every thought...

Of understanding and accepting..

Of not expecting, but respecting...

We play in this pool of mind...

Constantly diving, in and out...

Like a whirlpool, to nothingness...

The creator and destroyer thyself...

The pain and the antidote..

We fall, float. Drift...

Into a world of dreams and illusion..

Waiting for a greener shore..

That world of utopia.Encore!!....

A  world so much more...

How different is it?

A whirlpool and stagnant water.

Both dwelling in themselves...

The beginning and end, know not even thee..

I  float in this stagnant whirlpool of my mind...

Loving it, diving , swimming in every memory of mine....