Of Cotton-balls and Waterfalls

Watching the clouds in the sky
Colored cotton-balls riding the wind
Towards a destination they do not know
Riding a current they can't control

Thinking on this in comparison
To my daily walk upon my Path of Life
I realize that my journey
Really isn't all that different from theirs

Each step on the roads and paths
That color the maps of my journey
Has been taken on a never-ending current
Which can be gentle or raging beneath me

Our concepts of destination are similar too
The sole difference being my sterring attempts
To see my Life's path down certain avenues
Which I believe may hold mystery and intrigue

But in a way, my attempts to control my destination
By forcing passage down various avenues
Is an indicator of just how little control I have
And how little I know of my eventual destination

No, my journey is not unlike theirs
Swirling along in the eddies of Life
Not knowing what the river's bend may bring
...maybe a possible waterfall?