Thistle

I am a tiny thistle
Blown around by the carefree breeze
On my path of happiness and bliss
So my dreams I can seize

Fate dictates the ungainly distance
I'm blown about from to right
Seeing my life through a misted crystal
In my constant search for light

But.the crystal i must clean myself
Because i now realize the breeze i control
In the seed of my soul the thought I dwell
Shower it with water of learning foe the plant to grow