I feel like the sand by the sea

Picked up by a little girl.

Only to see how I drift away into the wind.

And every time I disseminate

I seem to lose myself.

Am I the sand? The sea? The wind?

Or maybe I'm just a particle without an identity of my own;

That little girl never really picked me up...

I was wrong all along.

The writer is a student at IBA, JU.