You talk about my crisp smell and my annoyance,
You say I destroyed your garden but make you cool,
You curse my stormy effects and my nonsense,
You call me wind and say I am cruel,
Can I not speak for myself?
Can I not defend my "flaws"?

I want to feel your hair block my path,
For I know no destination,
I want to sway between your flowers to portray their beauty,
For I know no purpose,
I don't want to be the cause of your wrath,
For I mean no harm,
I want to only be seen as perfect purity,
For I know no control,
I am strong,
I am innocent,
I am a victim as you are to me,
I am wind,
Hopefully a mindless bliss,
Just a mindless bliss.