When I am here, I thought I am here
and my muse wandered back home, there,
and then I thought I am there;
I am a float, and I wander.
My identity being a question... but sure
I am only a zephyr! And when I stay
I am labelled and my heart still stray
to every beginning and end I hold
in memory - the kaleidoscope I hold
close to my vision and believe where
all my colours are scattered and where
they hold illusions dear to me, sure
I am only a zephyr, a cipher
that always is there, with no end!
And I love myself being ‘none’
with many dream like memories
floating through me...
and nothing to lose,
I love being a sweet zephyr!