Drifting along uncontrollably,
Like a leaf blowing in the wind,
Unaware of my final destination,
Or the direction I'll go to get there.
Trying to enjoy the journey,
Taking it all as it comes,
Noticing all the sights, sounds and aromas,
Embracing what surrounds me.
Feeling excited about what's ahead,
Even though I don't know what to expect,
I recognise all that is out of my hands,
Holding on hoping for the best.
© Poetic Anita Ashwini Shea 2015
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