I am wrestless in this life

I am a cloud that drifts on a windy day

I am a tree whose roots stand firm
But my branches sway

I am wrestless in this world

I am the rustling leaves in the park

I am the inconsistent stars
But I thrive in the dark

I am wrestless within myself

I am a battle of good vs. better

I attack others with my regrets
But myself with the written letter.

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