Caught the Wind

I've been wrung through a swirling despair Clutching my head, tearing at hair Facing mounting problems, with a soulless stare Awaiting that trumpets summoning blare. There's many ways to pull yourself through Please wont you consider one or two? Before it all becomes too much for you The winds will subside, sky will return to blue! I now sail through life upon a breeze A carefree manner, so at ease Simples tastes, easy to please The calm eye of the storm, amidst the debris! ©John-Ovan.P.Hull