Day 33

Wind

I wonder why it is the way it is
But then again
I'm like the wind.
If I never stay too long
If I never linger
I will never have to feel the pain
Feel the anxious looks
Feel regret at things done
Even feel close to others
If I pull away and drift through.
Wind is majestic enough..
I could be wind.
It runs power, it blows through trees
It is responsible for many things.

But wind doesn't have anywhere to go when the day is done.
It is alone.
I couldn't be wind.