dust and rust

I am dancing with the wind
but with the dust and the unconciousness
the unknown and the hidden smiles, or cries
arrest me because they are there, yet unseen
all the distractions make the wind stormy
and I have no choice* but to wear metal
and fall with determination
or keep on flying randomly with hesitation


*actually I do have lots of choices, but for the
purposes of this aimless expression, I pretend I don't.

Diary:
transforming into a man with more discipline. working hard, with more focus. difficulty and hope.