Caught In the Wind
But at the end of the day you're
just another feather carried by
the wind,
Knowing not where you go,
But hoping that the hand of a
poet will catch you and give you
a sense of direction,
Or perhaps,
Write the words of which you'll
make your dearest
companionship with,
And as long as you two are
together in the wind,
It will never matter where you
go.
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