Like bits of dandelions blowing into the wind by my face

The thought of light flickers about, leaving me scattered all over the place

Blown away

By the way

It feels to

Be end the world

And its stillness

When its sighs

As it spins

When it twirls

Constantly floating

I [?]

Hardly knowing

My part to play

I will be found, be found

I hit the ground

Still lying soaring even with the reckless rage out the wind

Learning my colors as I go along, I will not beat them

When I

Descend

I will be friends with the

Autumn leaves

Fragile

Wе are

But there is bеauty

In our need

Constantly floating

I [?]

Hardly knowing

I see the light

I will be smile still I will see my life

My part to play

Is it that small

Is it there at all

My rise, my fall