In The Wind
 
Echoes are whispers of places that use to be.
Unseen reflection remembered for me to see.
Why then are these thoughts undisciplined.
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind.

All I've done, at this moment, seems unreal.
The feelings I have had I can no longer feel.
What direction, at this point will my life take.
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind.

So at quarter past three in the morning am I.
Gaze out over the ocean, salute say aye-aye.
Listened with great care, won't be chagrined.
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind.


'The answer my friend is blowing in the wind.'

By panther811

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