Deadwood

Deadwood
Floating downstream
I heard we were redundant
Our lives a pointless dream
And all that we had planned
Was nothing like it seemed
Just deadwood
Floating downstream

Deadwood
Bobbing as it flows
Our reckless future
Nothing we can know
And ever downwards
Is this how we go?
Just deadwood
Bobbing as it flows

© Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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