I am similar to a feather, blowing in the wind.
Falling down, I could get caught up
But not for very long
When the wind blows again, I'll be headed on.
When the trees tend to shake, out I may drop
When the winds are calm, I may still move a lot.
I'm very unpredictable, as if I'm flowing with the winds.
I drift along with my heart's breeze created within
I tend to change direction so quickly sometimes
You may be holding on to me one moment
But the next moment I may not be by your side.
You can try to hold on, brush the bristles of my spine
But knowing feathers, the bristles easily become unaligned
It's best for me to glide, go my own way
If I'm held on to, I always need to escape
