My boat drifts aimlessly
there is no dock in sight,
no anchor to stop its wanderlust,
it reaches a whirlpool
caught in the current
it offers no resistance,
it buckles, sways and tips over,
is greedily sucked in.
Fragmenting,
it falls silently in the murky depths
and hits the bottom with a painless thud!
There is stillness.
Not a fish ventures close even out of curiosity!
With time,
moss grows, weeds settle around.
Schools of fish
now weave in and out of the battered wreck.
It has no worth now.
It never had any worth before!