I’m here helpless, I don’t control my own fate. I rely on some thing else to survive. My fate is determined not by me,but by the things surrounding me. Helpless I hang on to the thin branch that anchors me to the ground. But I’m not alone I have brothers and sisters a like, not in control just like me. Here I sway in the breeze holding on for dear life, what if i let go, would I travel to unknown places, down a rushing river, into a field of daises. Would my life be better if I just let go, and see where the wind takes me.