Like feathers in the wind,
We fall, sailing slowly, randomly blown about,
Never knowing which direction the wind blows,
Every move, every struggle how ever hard we tried to wrestle against the wind,
Down down we fell,
So is the beauty of an empty heart and a lost soul, searching for a solid base in the dark nothingness.

Like feathers in the wind,
We embraced the wind while we have no control over it,
Finally all worries gone without a trace,
And in our heart we were born a new,
With freedom in our minds and a heart to live through life freely.

So Leave the fools with the praise,
For in the end, we all are feathers in the wind,
Each one travelling between in it's own space,
Eventually falling into the sea,
Sailing into the near forever,
Disappearing from view.
A steady reminder that life is not a race.