The Passing Winds

The passing winds left a rusty taste in the mouth Almost like old blood, scary to be in the bloods Almost like crusty years that have seen it all Almost like hungry mind searching for answers The passing winds wore laughter lines Almost like sore blood, down in the blood veins Almost like lucky years that feel it all Almost like daring mind, always on the outlook The passing winds wore wisdom crowns Almost like direct blood, pumping without any skips Almost like soft years that fear it none Almost like recurrent times, where the mind plays real life sport