Not A Drifter By No Means

Not a drifter by no means Clean I'll come and go, Follow whatever convenes That onto my hours grow; There isn't a place or purpose That gets stuck up for long, It comes just as it goes Like a refrain in a song. Drift like clouds into dawn Be there with the light first, White winged feathered swan That brightly minutes thirst; The coming of the hour That has no others before, To be there in all its dower And open up others door. Not a drifter but a dreamer That gives away a thought, A long way cloudlet steamer Like deep hidden oceanaut; With its waves and billows That come and drift to shore, What else who then knows For there is so much more.