Monday, May 6, 2019

Breezy.

I envy the wind.
Sometimes I wish I could move just like the wind.
Be every where at once yet nowhere at all.
Seeking nothing yet finding everything.
Making sounds but not noise.
Inconspicuous yet omnipotent.
It can come as a gentle breeze or a strong gust.
I guess that's what people mean when they say look what the wind blew in.
Some would say free spirits blow in the direction that the wind takes them.
I blow you in the right direction or take you on detour(depending on who you ask)
Yeah I would like to be just like the wind.
Rustling in the grass.
Whispering through trees.
Complex but not complicated.
Yeah.
now that I think about it.
That is me.
On my path.
Flowing with life.
a mellow breeze.


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