The Wind

Crazy, I have wings, no, it’s just the wind Blowing me along Perhaps past sins What’s ahead? Does the future grin? Right now a my wheels uncertainly spin With short reins, hardly no control Hardly anything to show Different directions being pulled It’s hard to be sure on what I’ve been told I don’t have enough To pull through it all One more try One more call One by one I’ll put an end to it all On the same path might be my trap and downfall Still the only thing at my back is the wind In the wind: caught is all my thoughts and confusion Which will eventually lead to my diffusion