I wanted once a thousand things,
That seem never to be mine.
My preference doesn't merit much,
To fate I am resigned.

My course in life seems rigid set,
To shores I'd wouldn't see.
Blown away from hopes and dreams,
Created just by me.

So drifting fast in currents swift,
I'm tempted to give in.
And dream no more or cherish wants,
But follow with the wind.