I can feel them shift
The winds inside of me
They move, shifting and spinning
Leaving spaces open within I didn't know existed
I can feel the changes
They are subtle, a soft prick of feeling
Each day a soft blowing
Unidentifiable
Are they taking me East or West? North or South?
It feels as though they pull in all directions
Tugging at my soul
Is this what growing up feels like?
It hurts in its own way, this loss of innocence
Significant becoming insignificant
Important becoming mundane and childish
Can I not go the way of Pan?
I wish I could follow Peter to Neverland
Leaving the thorns of the world behind
Does being Lost mean you cant be happy?
If only I could find out
And yet these winds of change bind me
Making clear the age of blissful naivety is past
Im left with only the future
A life that is mine to find
I can feel inside me uncertainty
I make plans, I strive for them
But how can I be sure?
Is the road I take the road I should take?
I wish these winds would be more clear
The answer being as clear as leaves in the wind
How much easier certainty would make life
But mystery leaves one of the last ties to innocence
My soul is slowing down
For better or worse I cant yet tell
With each dawn I know it to be true
The gale that was life is a breeze now
Where will that breeze will take me?
This is the question that keeps me up at night
Winds, be kind
Take me where I'm supposed to be.
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