drifting, floating down the river,
holding onto only a mere branch from an oak tree.
Not really knowing where I am going,
I think I have a plan, but then again, I think I may not,
because it is believed that there is another plan for me.
drifting, floating down this river,
how do I know it is the right direction?
drifting, floating along this river,
full hope one day,
then full of dread the next day,
what is one to say?
I drift and float,
waiting, fighting,
struggling, sometimes winning,
sometimes losing,
but yet I am still staying afloat and drifting down the river.
so instead of drifting, make the most of every second...like Mr Holland's Opus...life is what happens while you're busy making plans...Make every minute filled with JOY!!!
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