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