I am the wind whistling between the blades of the grass,
I am the flower that sits on a stem made out of brass,
I am the weeds that infests and annoy in appearance,
I am the dandelions standing tall in need of clearance.

I am the house that sits on the side of a road, unheard,
I am the cars that drive crookedly seemingly absurd,
I am the pedestrians who travel amongst the roads,
I am the tourists that roam freely without abodes.

I am the words that relay the thoughts onto paper,
I am the only source of hope, my own mind's saviour.