Written by: Maryam Jameela Haniff

It swirls and twists
past my nose past my fists

without an effort or a care
without a joy or despair

It flies and soars
past my nose and through my doors

Assumed to have a mystical quest
it roams on without a rest

never leaving a trace
but expressions on every face

There are those wise enough to use it
and those who squander it

As long as it has passed it can never return
It shall forever last, traveling on and on...