The Truth In the Wind
Time opens up
The light shines in.
Things go by and
things fly in.
The Dreams of man
and the ways of the Beast
are entwined but free.
The things that he can touch,
he only believes.
The things invisible,
he says it doesn't exist.
And Man is blinded by himself at hand,
so he seeks and can't find,
the Truth in the wind.
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