My youth

Oh, the irony that struck my mind
One, such as myself,
Who prides himself in importance of friendship
Has lost his faith in it
While I'm just an occasional breeze
To come do my purpose, to bring a smile
Upon everyone's faces
I am still just a person, who've dug too deep

Oh, how I am just a breeze
Only noticed when I'm around
Otherwise I'm not known
By presence, thought, or sound
And thus, I come closer to change
To change myself now
For trust, i've given too many
And, I'm afraid, I won't get back
I will just have to forget
Because I'm still just a breeze
Who lost purpose in life