That seems to reflect on your life,
From a source that touches you deeply,
And you think that it's not nice,
Like the wind that blows dust in your eyes,
When wind is what you love most,
Is it the dust or the wind at fault?
Is it fair to blame either or both?
Like the abuse that you suffer,
At the hands of someone you don't like,
And you know that it has nothing to do with you,
But you start feeling like it might,
Just remember that,
All you know is what you perceive,
And if something refuses to change in your world,
Well, then, just leave.
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