I...uhh....am a person?

A kid at the place, you know?

As light as the wind itself they flutter, Pixies, they are like small pixies, dancing in the wind, No matter what path they take all that awaits them is an end, Always pixies dancing in the wind, They pass like the days of the week, Never can you keep track of one, Always destroyed by the sun, They are like the seeds, Sown by the clouds up above, Will they form new clouds? What are these pixies dancing in the wind? Is each one a miracle? These pixies dancing in the wind, Are they just a "happening" of nature? What do they mean? These pixies dancing in the wind, Are they merely pixies dancing in the wind? Or much, much more, Nothing more than pixies dancing in the wind.