I am a little piece of driftwood.

Don’t mind me as I float by.

No one really notices.

I never catch anyone’s eye.

 

I have no anchor to slow me.

I have no arms to swim.

The current controls my destination.

My fate is a mere whim.

 

For a little piece of driftwood

there is no home to belong to

I spend my days floating alone

always just passing through.

 

I am a little piece of driftwood.

Don’t mind me as I float by.

No one pays attention.

I never catch anyone’s eye.

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