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 helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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