Bittersweet

The bittersweet flavor stems
From the blowing wind
Like the smoke in the air
Fleeing from the dust

Recalling the distance and the mysterious (in)difference,
The action follows and is followed by the reaction
A sense of belonging appears
Making one feel as if there is no chance of fitting

Believing that what will happen
Or whether is there a purpose
Brings as hard a thought
As the laughter unexpectedly heard

Put me to the test and
There might be success or failure
For a while there might be movement
But for sure there will be evolution