Adrift, ever alone,
I have walked
the path, not least traveled,
but merely least resisted.

Swirling with the wind,
alighting on places
to be called home.
What purpose, my life to live?

In service of Man or God
or those I've loved
or my solitary self,
ever will I know?

Through earned wisdom of age
and penance of youth
only this may I divine:
we travel together to the farther shore.

Together but alone,
On the wind and nudgings of time,
guided by the hand of God,
but adrift in our own minds.

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