I am the wind blowing
Aimlessly because I do not know where
I want to go.
I am the mother who
Yells because she knows why she is annoyed
But does not want to be questioned.
I am the man who follows the path
Without knowing where it will lead.
I am the murderer who kills
And is caught because he has
Nothing better to do.
I am the woman who
Lets her thoughts trail
Across a piece of paper because she is idle.
I am Restless.