Maybe

Maybe I’m not a current

a distant breeze in the midst of the humanity

a certainty of a sack of bones whistling away with a mouth no longer consumed of words that all are which of my own.

I don’t know

Maybe I’m not free

Maybe I’m just a fountain

a wishing well that gets lucky every now and then with a coin being plucked into it

or

Maybe I’m just lost.

Maybe you’re lost

Maybe some of us are already lost

Swept away by a surpassing storm and are searching for a new turn of things, like picking up a new hobby because the old one suddenly become outdated to us,overrated.

Maybe some of us are just currents.

-the current bestfriend, boyfriend, girlfriend, employee