A small glow of yellow sitting inside,
Glimmering on a mini wooden boat,
Floats out to sea by the rise of the tide,
Drifting off with no purpose to denote.
The lantern has no choice in where to go,
But it is just as happy to light the way.
It is just as happy to go with the flow.
It does not feel the fear of flight or fray.
"Why do I need to know my destiny?"
"I am content by not having the choice."
"I can surrender choice to this journey."
"For this path I choose, I give up my voice."
"If I had chosen which path I should take,
I would dim with regret of a mistake."