Drift

I am too tired 
Too tired to swim up stream
I turn back to drift 
Drift down the stream

Drifting is relaxed
Drifting is effortless 
Yet I move so fast
Faster than ever

No more struggle against the trend 
No more struggle to stay in place
I just drift with the flow
Drift with the trend 

I drift from place to place 
I travel from place to place 
Taking great pictures 
Of birds, buildings and bodies 

No more toiling in the field 
No more sweating in the factory 
No more bleeding in the trench
No more tackling the hard problems 

We drift away from the reality 
We drift into the fantasy 
We create virtual reality 
To block out actual reality 

Drifting downward 
We call it progress 
Decline, decadent and decaying 
We call it flourishing 

Drifting with dead wood 
Drifting with debris 
Drifting into ocean
Drifting into history