I resemble the doped wind,
Clueless about my direction,
I waver like the doped wind,
Wobbling my thoughts randomly.
I laugh madly like the drunken wind,
Visualizing the dual dazed worlds,
I dance like the drunken wind,
With my own foolish dance moves.
I blink my eyes like the doped wind,
Looking at the full moon in awe,
I open my lips shakily like the drunken wind,
Talking to the alluring full moon unknowingly.
© People and Hearts
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