Drifter

Wondering. Why am I wandering? Pondering on the subjects that I may never understand. Cuts the eyes of me when you meet my glance. Sips the drink of the strongest looking the longest at her beautiful ass while she dance. My finger taps the glass. Thinking with my dick no stone left unturned I rolled her and laid my hat where ever it lands. In the morning I leave, her mind wakes up to being behind where it stands. I’m sent on my way, bottle in hand. Or a beer even so I’m not getting fired from a job when I say I’m getting canned. I ride on my drive never stop, I continue to walk, things seemed to be going as planned. Mind blown, my pre owned body seemed to be more accompanied by the bottle than the woman who tries to create a trance. Say maybe I’ll buy a guitar. Write songs that’ll take me to far. Figure I’d change the place I’m in. Then maybe wouldn’t care about my placement. I could be placed in the basement. It doesn’t matter where you are, it’s who you are. Thinking too high of myself tripping and I could fall. Drinks on my mind, thinking they could mess with my expectations, lowering the bar. I know this cause running towards the man I want to be and from the man I was is hard. A drifter. Just a mister-mister with a swag and demeanor to crush on but no intentions of staying with her. I never tell them I just let them wonder is it love or is it just the lights of his life getting dimmer.