• yourbrownbard 11w

    A Floating Piece of Wood

    My life is like a floating piece of wood,
    Wandering in a never-ending sea
    Lost and cast away, forever, for good
    Ocean is always smothering me


    Floating in this never-ending sea
    I’ve come far from the crowded shore,
    I drifted and fell. No one could ever see
    That I was forgotten, shaken to the core

    I’ve come far from the crowded shore,
    I’ve gotten wet. I am sore and weak
    This is where I die, the ocean’s floor
    Will of my absence anyone speak?


    I wonder sometimes, to where will I go
    The water takes me. I will never know.
    ©aj_writes15