I feel like I am dirt in the wind
Catch the eyes of those who are staring
If it’s not so bad then why do I despise
What the other voice is selling
I do not mean to press against
But these voices are to compelling
Do not think that I will deny
Where I used to be dwelling
They want to come and take over me
Multitudes are growing high
I refute the fact that they can waste away
Inflowing controversy, can I let them die?
Forwarding fast I would like to reply
But the dispute is over whelming
Why are they all pressing against
Everything that is condescending
I guess that I must deny
That I will reach the sky.