Bobbing about for a sense of purpose
The energy builds, creating a surplus
Released as quickly as it came
Propelled through waters all the same
Thinking of nothing in particular
Lining its body perpendicular
To the clear ocean surface
Bobbing about for a sense of purpose
Sometimes up and sometimes down
Never minding which way around
Moves for however long it can
Without a concept of 'bigger than'
Continuing life without forethought
No qualms with what it has wrought
Sometimes killer and sometimes prey
Ever it goes upon its way
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roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I
PoetryNew poems added monthly. Subject, type, rhythm, rhyme, and length of the poems will change according to what I want to write in a given month. Current number of poems: 33 When I get to 60 poems, this will be considered a complete collection and subs...
