Visions of Myself
Sometimes like driftwood Swept along by the current Caught in whirlpools Cast aside on the shore Wet and defenseless Sometimes like a leaf Dropped from a tree Buffeted by the winds Piled on the sidewalk Drying and lifeless Sometimes like a pebble Lying on the street Kicked by children Walked on by passersby Alone and purposeless Sometimes like a cloud Suspended in the sky Attacked by the sun Pushed with urgency Wispy and shapeless Sometimes like an eagle Soaring in flight Rid
