Yesterday I was breeze over the grass
without a shape, without an age
without a time, without a land
without a purpose, without knowing the power of blowing
Blowing all over the green
the sorrow felt for the luck`s rejection towards myself
and the question`s pile unanswered dragged
things undone, life undone
All the sudden,
the breeze shapes into a tornado
feeling the power within itself
taking back the time and age
and purpose
in order, sequence, and harmony
from a positive thinking
just one happy feeling keeping in mind
brought the chaos to an end
buried among all the things I felt IMPOSIBLE
There is not fun in being such a breeze
being everywhere without never landing anywhere
seeing all, reaching nothing
being too high for peoples hands
alone aside with all its arrogance
proud but lonely
breeze is nonsense
owner of my freedom shaping things
so compromise,
building the line of every day doors I can open
with the key I own,
retracing steps leading to my destiny
