Floating in a Buoy

I should be going somewhere, I should be doing something, And be living a meaningful life But I'm not, instead I'm just Floating, floating, floating in a buoy; Here is where I am Drifting nowhere near to anywhere And I'm distant, close to nothing Distant and drifting Floating, floating, floating in a buoy; I don't know why I'm content With choosing less than the best For myself, not wanting more Not wanting more than Floating, floating, floating in a buoy; I won't be hot if I stay cold I won't be close if I stay away I'll never fall deep in love if I... If I stay shallow; and keep on Floating, floating, floating in a buoy; Overtime my buoy will run out of air And I'll sink with my deflated buoy, Will I drown or have the strength to swim All the way back to the shore, And then get a boat and use its sail and oars Since I've wasted enough time Floating, floating, floating in a buoy.