I feel like the sand by the sea
Picked up by a little girl.
Only to see how I drift away into the wind.
And every time I disseminate
I seem to lose myself.
Am I the sand? The sea? The wind?
Or maybe I’m just a particle without an identity of my own;
That little girl never really picked me up...
I was wrong all along.
The writer is a student at IBA, JU.