Lightly, lightly, very lightly a very light wind passes, and it goes away just as lightly, and I don't know what I'm thinking, nor do I wish to know...

You'll become only who you always were,
What the gods give they give at the start.
Only once does Fate give you
Your fate,
For you're but one.
Little is attained by the effort you exert
In accord with your native ability.
Little, if you were not.
Conceived for more.
Be glad to be who you cannot resist
Being.
You will still have the vast
Sky to cover you, and the earth,
Green or dry, given the season.