Conscious Drift

Carrying dark clouds as a sheath underneath

Ready to burst at their seam

The ashen sky’s thunderous lightening

Pronounces a reflection of life’s impending theme

 

Warn it does of a punitive strike

For resisting to seek a safe shelter

Providence is guiding, heed its call

Rather than running helter-skelter

 

Seamless as seasonal changes occur

Transitions ought to follow suit

Stagnant waters gather moss

Little drift may lend to new channels en-route.

 

These aren’t just passing clouds

Pour they will to heart’s content

Lashing the fragile state of mind and

Sullying peace till its last remnants

 

Abort the wretched journey, long endured

In gloomy, damp, inclement climate

Pastures abound where sun shimmers

Just take that leap of faith, don’t procrastinate