Mr, Feather and the Rock

Mr. Feather and the Rock Im just floating down Farther and longer Like Mr. Feather that is so free in air Im going to be flat on my back I see Mr. Feather get blown the other way What the Hell? No way Does the blowing wind send us to the path We must take? My wind flattened me out Im ready for giving up my life Mr. Feather flies back by again Maybe he is right and Im gonna pick myself up And let this journey begin. Am I a Feather or a Rock? Does a rock have a bottom? Is it where bad rocks go when they die? Or does the wind have me Fooled again