You are wiser than I.
Your eyes see further than mine.
You cast your will to the winds,
And they carry you further away
From me,
But closer to happiness.

I envy your spark.
Your course is uncharted,
Whilst I sit here,
Apart and away,
Charting a map in murky waters,
Bogged down by pride and greed.

I am chained
And you are free.
For you to touch me
The same fate falls on you.

I must become the stuff of dust
Or become the winds.