It whispers of exotic beauty,
of love and lamentation;
It tells of the determination and dreams
so noble as to make us nothing.
It relates the story of the meek,
the glory of the weak;
But it lies.
Hang tight to your dreams
and let your spirit fly;
For it is but the wind
and speaks the same on the other side.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.