What am I?
Nothing for today?
Something for tomorrow?
Or am I just nothing of nothing?
There but not noticed?
Spoken to but not heard?
All that knows me, is the sunshine,
Smiling through the summers expression.
All that knows me are the rains,
Sweet and cooling, free and laughing.
But what am I too the people?
How am I seen?
If at all.
Carefully stepped around,
Quietly avoided.
Maybe I prefere my own world,
Sanctity and silence,
Music and purity.
Everything as I like it,
Nothing wrong,
And everything happens as I want,
But dreams will be dreams,
Crushed by the souls of men.
Leading you to think,
What am I?