A Wayward Wind Now Guides Me
Breaking my chains
expanding horizons
swerving past roadblocks
escaping cages I once died in
A wayward wind now guides me
tousling my thinning hair
Beads of sweat blind my conscience
evaporate in nightmares
Landing softly on a riverbank
where beauty's swept downstream
It matters not where the current takes me
~ only that I follow the dream
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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