"Drift"
Carried by currents, weightless and free,
A whisper of motion, a breath on the sea.
No course to follow, no tethered demand,
Only the pull of the unseen hand.
Clouds fade to echoes, the tide softly turns,
Time leaves no footprints, yet endlessly burns.
Lost in the moment, unshaped, undefined,
Drift is the rhythm of an untethered mind.