The Drifter
By Aetre

Have you ever talked to a runaway
And asked them where they’re going,
Moved your feet to retrace their way,
And tried to find their home?
It serves as a traveler’s lesson:
People come and people leave.
What stay behind are no more than
The remains of a single memory crying:

“I will be reborn someday
“To haunt your eyes, your ears, your brain.”
Make me understand:
Upon what hour of what day
Will I find the reason why
The wings on my feet refuse to fly?
No one ever really gets away...

Ever met someone who’s passed you by
And asked them why they ran?
No footrace is so important
To make you forget why you began.
It serves as a traveler’s lesson:
People win and people lose.
And no trophy is more than
A decorated state of mind.

I will be reborn someday
To leave what a mainstream leads astray.
Make me understand:
Upon what hour of what day
Will I find the reason why
The losers laugh while the victors cry?
No one ever really wins the day.