Some of us float; we do not need boats.
We’ve no need to gloat; we don’t sugarcoat.
At times we lack zest but we wish you the best.
We do not protest even if you failed the test.
Yes, we are drifting; forever drawn to swaying.
Anchored to nothing, we shall not be committing.
Life’s caprices are strong; we don’t hang out too long.
You sure did no wrong but this is your swan song.
Xeno Hemlock 