Drifter

I'm far away from this room I'm in
With soap and water you wash my skin
The path of stones imprinted on my feet

I'm far away just across the wooden table
The dripping water dries to little rings
You see a drop and catch it falling

It's a drop from the faraway rains
That the wind threw to my face
As I was walking with my thoughts - the untold stories

I'm still far away
Although I've already arrived

I'm far away as is the man in my head
He curled up in the shadows of the trees
His mouth now filled with dead leaves