the forces that move you

drift along little log
go where you’re going
nobody is expecting you
to be anything you’re not
like a thing making choices
you just drift little log
on the eddies and currents
the forces that move you
so wonderfully apparent
nobody calls you angry log
or uselessly depressed log
nobody councils you on how
you are drifting incorrectly
you just go little log
for you there is no regret
and if you were conscious
in there screaming, well
it would be just the same.