I might be like the wind. Drifting here and there. Sometimestrapped. Sometimes lost. I often hang around just enough to benoticed. Driving strong I'll push until the sky turns. Spinning incircles I could break what I don't mean to, but I'm only confused.The wind can seem like it wants to pick up, then it might onlyfloat away lazily. Sometimes it's there when you least expect it.Sometimes its away when you really need it here. It can be hot orcold. The wind can be still. The wind can roar, whip, and whistle.The power of the wind is breath. Words are the winds toys. Thoughtis the wind's domain. The wind isn't always sure, but when it is,you'll know it. I might be like the wind.I can be a cheesy cornflake (cheesy, corny, flaky).It's important to me to take the time to say what I mean. I wouldrather tell you who I think I really am than force you to figure itout for yourself. If you can love me for me, I'd love to love youfor you. It's more important to be who we are than it is to showourselves in attractive masks. It's all beyond skin anyway. You areonly what you are inside. Sometimes inside me I'm like a scaredlittle boy. Yet I learn to accept it as part of my character. Tofight what we find inside won't do any good. We all have faults, ifwe didn't have faults we wouldn't have been born here. What I meanto say is: there are no perfect people. The very nature ofpersonhood prohibits the quality of perfection.I like giant-robots, dragons, and crows/ravens/magpies.
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