Sometimes I feel like I am a river
Flowing and carving a course without any control gravity pulls me the moon tugs me I am helpless can you blame me for wishing I could just evaporate and become nothingness?
Sometimes I feel like I am a tree
Growing slowly wise and old seeing things around me witnessing the world people carve their names into me I am scarred but my bark is rough and my leaves withstand to feel the warmth of the sun and the cool night air would you blame me for hoping I have a purpose?
Sometimes I feel like I am the wind
Traveling endlessly restlessly stirring leaves on the ground hoping I cause change that I will be felt and heard I am powerful at times and playful at others I am a welcome presence to people in need of a light breeze to cool off should you blame me if I am only searching for a place to rest?
Sometimes I feel like I am a cave
Tunneling deep into the earth I am dark and beautiful and dangerous the sun can't touch my cold stone walls I am cavernous solitude in the velvety darkness do you blame me when I can't let you shine a light within me?