A Prayer For Wind

I'm drifting away

I feel it in the air,
and in the thunder.

I'm being pulled somewhere else.
My body will stay,

But "I" won't.

It's too bad.
This life can be comfortable,
yet exhausting.

A breeze is picking up in the distance,

And I feel the urge to climb aboard this ride to nowhere.

I prefer to be lost in my mind,
Somewhere else,
Where the air is crisp and empty.

There's no room to breathe here anymore,

...
No room to be me.

Just a thought

Prick of the finger
Tuck of the chin
Toughen up that upper lip
You might just win

That feeling in your chest
That feeling of unrest

I know the pain you feel
That unclean needle
Alcohol just can't heal
But why act so feeble?

Stand up for yourself

Be a man

Time passes
Doors open, and they close
Be strong of heart
She's just a weed, hiding as a rose.

Lead your own pack
You were never the runt
So see what could be
And drop that fucking Cunt

Thoughts for the Evening

I wonder.....

Do you?