A feather floating by my eyes
Wanders aimlessly with the wind
It can't see where its going
Or when it might come back again
While dancing in the breeze
It enjoys vistas from an elm
When at last resting on a limb
Somewhere outside its realm
No point to the ventures
Just riding along with no remorse
Are we sometimes like feathers
With no passion to stay the course?
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