That special moment,
When it clicks,
Or enticement,
One is adrift,
One is alone.

In a snap:
Without attach,
Freedom at last!
Relieved, refreshed,
But now what comes?

These times of being lost,
The anticipation, the adventure!
Adrift and adrift only,
We forget the coast,
Of being against nature,
Attached and moored only.

No more direction,
Only passion,
We are free!
No steering,
No command, no fee,
Adrift only, we are free.