in the vast space of ocean,
i saw a jellyfish float,
at the whim of tides and nature

am i not its kindred spirit,
wandering aimlessly,
impassive and unfeeling,
conditioned to the
day-to-day grind of living,
never knowing, let alone reaching,
my destination?

perhaps i should go out there
and accomplish stuff
instead of whining childishly
within this musing

yet, the waters around me seem formidable
how can i not drown
before reaching the promised land?
i'm a terrible swimmer, besides

perhaps i'm too reluctant to
relinquish my hold on normalcy
supplying ample justification
for my chickening-out

so i continue to float along
like the jellyfish,
perhaps dying to unleash some stings
so that some cheer may be added