Drifting


Never had a sense of drifting,
Far away from the World today,
But now I'm taken upon a whim,
This is no longer a place to stay.

Thoughts and memories that I hold,
As I sail slowly across the floor,
Held aloft on a stream of tears,
As it flows out of the door.

This crystal echo calls to me,
In voices that I'll never hear,
I should depart into the dark,
I'll simply disappear.