I Am The Wind

Blowing through my problems,
with a gentle breeze.
Not worried about anything coming my way,
I try to have positivity every day.
Keeping my mind open and clear,
my own life I would like to steer.

Drifting away from pointless views,
still trying to find a direction to choose.
I'm souring away wild and free,
our directions are different you and me.
Going thru the bushes and past the trees,
still trying to find the key.

Carrying all the weight that follows me,
like pollen to a bee.
The wind is calm and cool,
like waves in a pool.

When I finally choose my place,
and my path to take.
I will be free and remember,
I am the wind.

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