Drifting

As you flash through my thoughts

And I shake off the mist, and the dew

of the tears I look through

It’s the images I see;

that keep drawing me

And I’m drifting

 

I am drifting, drifting along 

Floating on to where I belong

Which is with you, wherever you are

I’m just drifting, drifting

 

You just stood up there with

a guitar in your hand

And you sang with an edge

and we applauded the band

Captivating; resonating, 

And I’m drifting

 

I am drifting, drifting along 

Floating on to where I belong

Which is with you, wherever you are

I’m just drifting, drifting

 

Now I know it’s been hard

It’s been desperate at times

and the rhymes have dried up

The faded sun doesn’t shine

Words wouldn’t come out:

What is life all about?

I’m still drifting...

(Poetic version) The Urban Poet 2021

 

 

 

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Rick Varden

Fri 22nd Jan 2021 09:59

Thank you

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Rick Varden

Fri 22nd Jan 2021 09:58

Thank you Aviva

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 21st Jan 2021 19:30

This is softly soothing even though it feels like it fluctuates between sadness and serenity and never really settles on either. Hopefully the sun will shine again, and drifting will be more enjoyable some day whilst you're on the way to wherever you go.

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