I used to be a wondering
Wind that seeps through in
Veins of immense sky.
I don’t know my very essence.
Why do I exist in this world?
Am I just a junk fart of life?
These are questions that
My mind triggers.
I dance around, lingers, embraces.
But no one see me, smiles at me,
Like the blooming lazy rose
That just stands till its last breath.
To the lustful eyes, I am obscure.
My value to the world,
I am mystified,
Until I found my essence
From a flute,
My home
Don’t weight my value,
Don’t weight my value,
My worth to the world,
I am mystified,
Until I found my essence
From a flute,
My home
