Day 14: The Way a Man Passes the Time on a Raft Made of Wood and String

Drifting, drifting, drifting

Down the river, watching the water take me away

Drifting, drifting, drifting

Singing a song, screaming aloud with nothing to say

Drifting, drifting, drifting

Bouncing off rocks, waiting for the boat to break and sink

Drifting, drifting, drifting

Scribing the world, my thoughts written down in lousy ink

Drifting, drifting, drifting

Little to do, days drift by in dark and stormy clouds

Drifting, drifting, drifting,

So many people, my imagination has its crowds

Drifting, drifting, drifting,

A waterfall, gushing up ahead–I know it's near

Drifting, drifting, drifting,

Famous last words: Oh man, I wish I could drink a beer

Drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting

Drifting,

Drifting,

Drifting.

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Author's Note #1: Who is driving?

Author's Note #2: Bear is driving.