Drifter

I have a hunch that I'm slipping up,

I've been loosing track and just plain forgetting things,

Maybe this is growing up, maybe,

But if growing up's this tough....

Someone find me sweet nonchalant youth,

Where I lived and loved obliviously,

There were no thieves, no monsters, no fears,

No diabolical plans to destroy,

I've grown into a faraway place,

And I don't know when I got here,

Someone rescue this poor drifter,

Save me from my fears.

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