We are born into surrogacy,
into families, villages, towns, farms,
nation states.
Immediately we all commence to drift.
Eventually, everything drifts away.
Parents, children, leaders, gods, planets.
Yes, even planets drift away.
The locations of all my travels have drifted away.
I was there, and I have memories,
but I have drifted away.
We float in a mystery, and we will remain
afloat for eternity, slowly, inescapably, drifting away.