Dead log, all green with moss
bitten at the ends, all torn off
weighing heavily on the waters grey
floating on, day after day

it lacks destination, it lacks direction
it seriously needs some life and action
dull movements, lazy floats
i wonder how long it will go on for

it is said "take a day at a time"
but you can't stay adrift throughout your life
where is the path? where's the change in the scene?
is dead and sluggish all it'll ever be?

it does get caught sometimes, it does get hitched
by some sturdy rocks, a stony ridge
but that's not enough to change it's course
windows of hope can't be mistaken for doors

But wait! oh wait! what do i see?
nature does change paths to set one free
the grey waters turn to bright blue and shift ways
and sometimes, *adrift logs do find their ways