Asleep again in a daydream,
Thinking of why I should wake,
Whilst bathing in loving stream,
Doing nothing for no-one’s sake,
Fleshling robot I am not,
So, orders I am not given,
I’m born to enjoy, to early rot,
My life’s loosely plot driven,
With selflessness I have been warned,
That nice guys finish last,
Thus, with selfishness, newly dawned,
This dream will forever cast,
I sink more into the drink,
As is my medication,
The more I drink, the more I think,
About a true vocation,
I become sad or happy in my guise,
So very easily,
My conduct that lives both lows and highs,
Can make me somewhat queasy,
Although there is no direction,
That causes a social litter,
There can be mutual elation,
From my state of drifter – shifter.