Drifting softly,
Like a cloud in the sky,
Going with the flow,
Feeling extremely fly.

No destination,
Just passing by,
No obligation,
Not even a suite or tie.

Following the wind,
Following the rain,
Just keep moving,
Ignore the pain.

So what? You're alone,
There's no need to feel shy,
Don't look back now,
There's a chance you might cry.

Endlessly drifting,
Does that mean you're alone?
Forever moving,
Never to meet someone.

Maybe staying wouldn't hurt,
There's a chance at a life,
Having a home,
And maybe becoming a wife.

Drifting is nice,
But only for awhile,
It then becomes lonely,
And you can't walk another mile.

In the end,
Find a place to call your own,
Look for your own castle,
And make yourself a throne.