Carefree

Carefree, thats what I wish I could be
like the wind, floating by
on a long summer day
favoring no one and no thing
Just being is enough for it
I grow envious when I reflect
on the fact that the wind doesn't have
the feelings that I seem to have
Hate, love, and happiness and rage
I find myself beginning to wish that
I too were carefree, that's what I want to be
Wind doesn't care what happens to the world
it'll blow regardless

A baby is carefree
unlike someone like me
Pain has marked my life
made me a horrible person
but as I look into the face of a baby
I feel my pain, rage, and sadness fade
and envy the way of the baby
Why can't I be that carefree
Does just being human make that impossible for me?