I am light as a feather,
never as unpredictable as the weather;
love life in all its hues,
though life is yet to pay me the dues.
I travel everywhere, but stay nowhere,
always a guest, never an heir;
the world is small, but I am much smaller,
I hear her call, but cannot call her.
I live in my dreams,
and don't care what the world outside seems;
if this is ignorance and such ignorance is bliss,
I'd never want anything other than this.