The Art of Drifting

The plain of my brain is clear
A bifter is rolled and lit
This pen to my hand is dear
This poem it must be writ.

The smoke in the air will drift
But the mist of my mind has gone
To art and to rhyme I shift
For today I’m all but done.

Embark on the ride of the world
The only way to view truth
This age it cant stay furled.
So explore this life so true.

By Dan Korn