Listen Closely

Do I exist? Or am I just fragments of dust scattered here and there?
Everything that will never happen
flickers and fades, you electrify me,
and then it vanishes, it grows.
but am I a burning warehouse as it rains,
I am the ashes that flicker with the rain, fizzle and fade,
the ashes you touch because the rain cooled them but they burn anyways.
do I exist, do you see me, am I see-through, can you read my mind?
come to me. do you feel it too? can you feel the wind in our hair?
I am fragments of dust scattered here and there.
lonely city girl, wandering forest nymph, meandering warrior.
I am alive.
Do you feel it?
Listen closely.