Without Karma
I want to feel as clean as the wind
I want to hear it pass my ears
feeling as calm as the silence
I am the wind that passes
at least I want to be
but I fear I'm collecting filth
dirt from this lowly earth
and it hurts
dampening my light
making tense my innocence
I want to move through the periods of time
without consequence
as light as air
so light you wouldn't have
even known I was there
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