Roll Me

The wind in my hair Strands slapping my face Puffy clouds in the air Still keep me in place ~x~ The memory of him Leads me on wild goose chase Was it John or was it Jim Was it earth or outer space? ~x~ He followed on chain Till my pride broke him free We will meet hope again Maybe then he will lead. ~x~ I'll write me a book Insert all Ps and Qs Just stand back and look Can anyone fill those shoes? ~x~