I wish I was a feather.
I wish I was a feather. Drifting aimlessly through the wind.
Dancing through time,
Dancing through time, knowing no end.
Jumping from flower to flower
Jumping from flower to flower from situation to situation
Moving on with grace
Moving on with grace no stops made.
Exploring the depths
Exploring the depths through trails cleared by chance.
Trailing with the winds.
Trailing with the winds. Destinations?
Trailing with the winds Destinations? There are none. Not in a never-ending road.