Gone With The Wind
By: Juki
A legacy? I dare not leave.
Through parched lips, I often speak,
of one to bare a child.
What selfish man would want to give
this curse of jealousy?
A life reduced to this.
I fear? I do, as years escape as fleets.
Traversing streams of time would meet,
this gap within my palm.
My weakness is hereditary
and brings me to my knees.
A shallow life within a blight draws to eternity.
In the end, no remains, why must I learn to love?
As if the one I worship
can ascend me to above?
All I have is here and now,
embrace it until I fall.
You can see, I dare not vow,
I dare not ask for more.
Tomorrow is the day I die
also the day I was born.
I come and go as would the wind,
a blink and I am gone.
Like one cannot hold onto wind,
then one should try let go.
For fate has determined for me,
my ultimate destiny...
I hope that you won't have to see
that the wind is really me.