To Float Away

As I float on the careless winds,

Here and there— nowhere for sure!

Can you find your soul in the breeze?

I land for a while on the green grasses. 

I was picked up and flown away—

across the seas and valleys,

I land where I do not know—

The cement is cold and harsh to my touch,

The noise of feet deafens me and I get stepped on,

The hot breeze lifts me away,

To the blue, cold park bench,

I sit there, staring at the strange dogs and carefree children,

A mighty wind blows up and up!

And I sail over the green, gray and brown blur;

I am not free, the strength of the careless wind guides me,

I toss and turn on it breezes.

To float away to where I cannot tell.


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