Soon I'll be just another,
another one of you.
Soon I will fade into the shadows,
where you won't see me,
but just my glowing.
And the air will smell like my hair,
but I won't be there.
I'll be the wind's plaything.
A driving cotton waft...
A dream that fades.
I'll blow away soon.
Like your breath,
like your breath.
You may only see me in your memory.
Like a smell can remind you.
You may not see me at all.
But I'll still be there.
But I'll be gone.
If you need me,
If you needed me..