It Came To Me

A gentle wind blew off the sea... It came to me.... Took me up high... Passed sweeping clouds What I can be... It took a small moment.... To realize.... The things I can do With a gentle wind... From the sea.... Blue skies... Sun bright... Clouds of white... Levitating too... With a grey feather.... It came to me.... I can change what I want to be.... I can pass sweeping clouds of white Find out who I am... Not what I heard... The wind can lull... The wind can blow... Perhaps I am a gull... Only I ,will ever know...