[P I E C E O F M E]

The sun is shining in welcoming, orange tones
Leaves are swaying in the warm, never-resting wind
People are busy, going in and out
I am moving on, I’m moving on, I really am

Smiling into the new summer day
I awake and ask „What have you got in store for me?“
Expecting a hug, a laugh, a trophy of some kind
When the harsh wind comes and take a piece of me

It hurts a bit, I mean- hey, that was a part of me!
But I’m still standing. A little slouched, a little weak…
but still upright and facing up into the blue sky.
The sky, that holds so many secrets, none of which we’re meant to know.

I’m a busy guy, you know?
I’m moving on, day in, day out.
Can’t believe that I’m still standing
as the wind rips another piece out of my soul

Beginning to stumble, I’m glad that it’s warm
because it’s easier to get up on a summer day
I trip once or twice, but I keep going.
I promise you I’m moving on.

Before I take three steps forward, my enemy returns.
The wind, it tears and tears, and I don’t want to let it take me.
I want to keep going. I want to move on.
But, to no avail, another piece of me is lost.

This time? I don’t think I managed to get back on my feet.
What am I if all of me is gone?
Can someone exist without the pillars that support their existence?
Is that possible? Or did I lose myself in the wind?

I promise you I’m moving on. Eventually.
As of now, I am writing this, sitting on the ground
in a beautiful, green meadow. The sun high up in the sky.
And the world smiles at me, as I sit in the dirt, nothing but mere shreds of the person I once was.
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