Drifting Alone

Everything in order,

all in its place;

Life may be a marathon,

but it's still a race!

Day after day it's them before us,

     night after night a sigh and a cuss.

Where have we been?

We can't quite recall.

What time is it?

Is it spring or the fall?

Day after day there is struggle and strain,

     night after night a stretch and some pain.

Just as the world turns,

you're never alone,

I'm right here beside you,

just drifting alone.