I am a mindless soul. I wander throughout valleys, & plateau's. Blindly following the wind. Dragging my feet to the direction it carries me.
I am a kindred soul. I run idyllically through the fields of significance. Sometimes I forget who I am. And when I do, I feel free.
I am exquisite. I've somewhat reached my inner divinity. However, the bold voices in the wind can sometimes misguide me. When I get lost, I just sit there.
I wait for the wind to guide me again. When the time comes, I will know what to do. And someday, I will guide myself