A sweet, sweet breeze has carried me here
Leaving my body behind
And I don't mind
Now mingling and frolicking is easier
A gentle change of direction is fate
A thing of intelligence, all it's own
I am no more than a fragment of a thought
Free to be controlled
By chaos
Used and released
In perfect harmony
An energy that contracts and expands
In an eternal symphony
Mad and sleeping
Of your imaginings
And fleeting, as nothing again
Too sweet, for a moment to be trapped
Or remembered
I am merely a subtle energy
But I am
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