Nothing can stop my thoughts as they drift away into the air. There is no way to get them to come down. Floating away they are out of my hands and soon they will be in someone else's. Will they read those thoughts that have escaped me? Oh, please don't. But then again, why should I care? I don't need to care about what other people think of me. Let go of my past, let my thoughts fly away with the wind. Let someone else find them and read them. They are in the past now. I need to stop dwelling on the past and think about the here and now. But don't worry about tomorrow, because tomorrow will worry about itself. Let everything flow. Don't worry at all. Worry holds me back from what I was meant to do with my life. My life has many purposes, and each life has a different purpose. So I'm not going to try and live up to someone else's purpose because that is not my own and I will never succeed. I have my own to live up to, and I will live up to it.