Swooosh… I go through plants and trees
A wind, a tornado, a gentle breeze
Deftly from one intensity to another
I switch between with utmost ease
Sometimes sans control, sometimes at will
Sometimes the victim, at others, ready to kill
I swooosh through my days without a care
Like a bad habit or a mandatory fire drill
Sometimes I agree I stick to the norm
I’m music and love and cool when you are warm.
But then I flare up… With intensity doubled
I fight… I cry… I kick up a sand storm
When will I stop moving? This wasted life who will see?
Shadows of my memories, volcanoes of my past
Trap them, destroy them or let them be?
After all, aren’t they just versions of me!