Physically invisible,
mentally incurable,
Fiercely unstable,
I’m like the wind.
Mountains are in my way,
Skyscrapers disturb my stay,
I roam freely at bay,
I’m like the wind.
I slip endlessly into emptiness,
My existence is meaningless,
My destinations are aimless,
I’m like the wind.
For hatred it has sympathy,
In riches it lives simply,
It travels as if with a symphony,
I need to be more like the wind.