I am a drifter, bound by no chains,

Roaming through life, free from all reins.

Through mountains and valleys, I wander alone,

In search of a place I can truly call home.

I drift with the wind, like a bird in the sky,

No destination in sight, just the stars as my guide.

With each passing day, I leave footprints behind,

A nomadic soul, with no ties that bind.

My heart is restless, craving new sights,

Embracing the unknown, chasing endless delights.

In every stranger’s smile, I find a connection,

A fleeting encounter, leaving a lasting impression.

No possessions to burden, no worries to bear,

Just the open road, and the wind in my hair.

For in this drifting existence, I find my peace,

A transient existence, where worries can cease.

So, call me a drifter, a wanderer, or a stray,

I’ll continue to wander, come what may.

For in the vastness of this world, I claim my place,

A drifting soul, embracing life’s endless embrace.