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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