Now I shall rise from the wind of yesterday
I am born from the very earth
The same sequence of birth and death
I was gilded gold but now wear rust
The wind is my hope and I am only a dust
Formed from the reckless dreams
And sieve through the hands of time
Sometimes I blow and sometimes I am nothing
Sometimes a sore and sometimes a loving
I am the dust that needs little wind to carry
I am not too old of now to bury
But when it comes, I will die happily
Write my will of victories and stories
I wish I could go far like a sailor
Transcends through my faint and failures
Rise above all
The giant fences and walls
Some pocket full of ย purple promises
Sweet is the word and sweet is the solace
But O wind!
Watch that same lonely boat
Well-built yet broken oars
Lost into the stillness of the shore
And who I am compared to thee
I am an only speck of dust by the sea.
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