Strangely subtle differences, 

mark the different minds.

Those who share eclectic dreams

or nuances they find.

A crazy world and crazy thought,

cause ones heart to drift.

This team of misfits share it all,

trying hard to make it fit.

Through the muck and mire,

of broken hopes and plans.

Talking, laughing, sharing tales,

no one really takes a stand.

Once in the boat surrounded by,

an open sea of questions.

Trying not to drown and sink,

each one hoping for suggestion.

Will we ever figure out,

Is there someone steering us?

Or will we search forever,

Never getting off the bus.

©2009 Marsha Brown