Mind Wind

A mind spiralling out of control A thought on a thin line of truth and lie A heart cut in a few places and sewn together by an everlasting dream, but then again ripped out of balance What is there to do? He says he wants to be with me, yet he runs away from life’s curveball’s dodging it no running from it Like a stray dog running away from pain There’s a mind spiralling out of control A heart almost broken And words that are too hard to be spoken That's life Life's way of BOSSING one over and over yet again. The whispers of the wind tries to calm the pain yet the ever present question remains … who am I to keep him from his dream.