I look at clouds of gray and white <br />And yearn to float away. <br />It would be nice to sit on one, <br />For all the livelong day. <br /> <br />And slowly I would drift away— <br />The way that all clouds do— <br />And slowly watch the world go by <br />Quickly—that’s what the world must do. <br /> <br />They take no time to sit and stare— <br />They move too fast for me. <br />So they may run –the livelong day— <br />I drift and float contentedly.<br /><br />Paige Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drifting-31/
