How the Wind Blows
No one knows how the wind blows,
Or which direction the wind goes.
But the wind is more precious,
And also more precious than gold.
But why do I feel like a ghost,
Trap between worlds.
How the wind blows where the wind goes,
Why do I want to know.
Why do I feel trap between world,
Was this world meant for me.
Why am I going crazy,
And why is the wind,
So interesting to me.
Cause I'm alone with only the wind,
By my side.
How the wind blows no one knows.
I'm a outcast in this world,
With no place to go.
That's why I always turn to the wind,
Just to relax my soul.
Dion Bess
aka
Poet
Copyright © Dion Bess | Year Posted 2009
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