Is it you?

Is it you,or is it time changing everywhile
mixing happiness with sorrow
and dressed in a unique style.

Is it you,or is it the weather
unpredictable and so surprising
sometimes a delicate breeze
and sometimes a hurricane striking.

Is it you, or is it the words
deep and bewildering,shallow and cheap
sometimes a paragraph meaningless and steep
and sometimes one word powerful and deep.

Who are you? let me know
are you the endless time?
or the suprising weather?
or a powerful word lost forever?

I know your life is stricted to time
of a daily changing weather
that you words never rhyme
that you're always changing, and forever.