Drifters – Day 147, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Drifters have no place in the world,
But,
That’s okay.
We leave our marks,
In a world so scarce of love,
In hopes to leave a smile on someone’s face.
In hopes to change what we yearn to change,
In hearts made of stone when staring into Medusa’s gaze.
The snake slithering in grass we often forget to cut.
The bane of our existence when seduced into losses we could’ve kept by looking up.
At a sky withholding more beauty than we can fathom…

For drifters?
Don’t be saddened.
Although our journey is not one most can outlast,
Misty eyes are the last thing we need.
As we do not concede!
To the pain all of us feel at some point in our lives.
The kind of journey where goodbyes,
Are as non-existent as our outcry!
For death,
As we welcome it…

We may drift away into the darkness,
But,
Farfetched it is not with a heart carrying a torch into an abyss,
To destroy it.
An abyss where so many get captured.
An abyss afraid of our footsteps in light of freedom we bestow in the minds of those raptured,
By realities we were born to handle…

Drifters…
We’re here,
But,
We’re not here.
In the most loving of ways.
With a smile on our face,
To give to anyone feeling pain,
We can guarantee will wash away…