Drifter

We are wanderers In a sea of fog

I am a drifter in a forest swamp,

You are a traveler of loathen wastelands

We keep on trucking along.

You're the man of the barren highway,

Full lines and a breeze through hair.

You're a woman of amazing graces

With cultivations care.

You're ladies amongst in waiting,

What you're waiting for, I can't decide.

Neither the boys nor men know therein

Where your heart sure truly lies.

I write to play with puzzles,

All words twisted amongst the lines

There's no thought in anything

As I let my fingers drift left to right.