Drifter - Shifter

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.