Floaters

I think some people aren't meant for solid ground. (Metaphorically speaking.) I very well may be a floater, drifting along, occasionally caught on a branch or on water plants. Then I go....floating, observing, bumping into little somethings that quickly become little nothings on my path to nowhere. Sometimes caught in eddies or still bodies before continuing on.....destined to float for no apparent reason..............when I think of the word floater I think of shit. The kind that floats and won't be flushed. Somehow I can relate without feeling too angry. What the fuck is that all about?'