I am a mindless soul.
I wander throughout valleys, & plateau's.
Blindly following the wind.
Dragging my feet to the direction it carries me.
I am a kindred soul.
I run idyllically through the fields of significance.
Sometimes I forget who I am.
And when I do, I feel free.
I am exquisite.
I've somewhat reached my inner divinity.
However, the bold voices in the wind can sometimes misguide me.
When I get lost, I just sit there.
I wait for the wind to guide me again.
When the time comes,
I will know what to do.
And someday, I will guide myself
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