Paper, Flying Away

Paper, Flying Away
It’s a difficult wind that gets below
and tries to blow my papers away.
All the clutter and important things I know
can’t be sorted this way.
And yet such thoughts keep entering my mind:
chasing down the flurry of white,
snow in summer, a folly to find,
though I should concentrate on what’s right.

Somewhere music floats on the breeze
and I could be dancing with air
holding as I am held with ease,
skipping in the grass without a care.
But I stay where I am, motionless, listening:
I can hear my heartbeat flutter in the sounds:
a father and son, throwing and catching,
and children kicking a ball around.

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So it's exam time again. I was outside with some friends who were studying away and I was just there because it was enjoyable to be with them, but I didn't really have anything to study. So I just started writing things down and eventually turned that mess into this, which is still probably a mess, but at least it rhymes now, as suggested by one of said friends. The basic idea I was trying to get at with the poem is the desire, somehow more prevalent when weighed down with things that you have to do, to go crazy. I don't think I'm the only one who daydreams like that every now and again. Not that I get any feedback from anyone, but I'll ask anyway - What do you like? What do you not like? Ideas? Thanks.