‘You live a forgettable life’ said He,
‘Don’t you want to do something important?’
I thought that wish I could agree,
About his idea of life, about his intent.

Rather I ask him a question in return,
‘Does the wind plan the route it turns?
Or does the river decide where to flow?’
The Birds just fly; Its we who trace the patterns!

So that’s his idea of life and this is mine,
He has got it all planned out,
But I am just flowing with the song,
Riding along this endless road of time.