Is it to be adrift without purpose,
or is it a soul that’s set free.
Fewer possessions to hold me down,
occasionally I wish it was me.
Fly through life just riding the wind,
to settle for moments in time.
Unattached to any emotions here,
I’m believing it might be fine.
To ride the current, the swell of the tides,
to follow the path of the moon.
Without restrictions connected to me,
that’s how I think I would bloom.