Perception (2) Poem by Anonymous Rose

The adrift flow of Life,
Afloats in the only medium of Sea.
Where flotillas and canoes strive, to survive.
To reach the assigned mission of Thee.

Conceit and meagre, at the same station.
Heading at a different pace.
Gruff or humble, with a similar passion.
Many a cyclones, and jolts they face.

But each granted with a limited span,
And extinct in the depths of frailty...
A long forgotten history of Man.
Who contemplated to govern with eternity.