Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
WIND SONG
Time is of the essence, when things go wrong.
Give it to me now, and let me have what's mine.
In the earliness of the morning, I listen to your voice.
You tell me that it's chaos, in the streets.
There's something about the morning,
Which tells me,
I'm alone.
But as the dusk lifts, I feel brand new,
And I'm thinking it's all over, there's nothing left to do.
Tempting as it seems, that door in my mind wants to open,
And I'd like to take it, so I could escape.
But I just can't do it, I know I have to stay.
The fruits it offers, are tempting and profound,
Shaking in my face, and admitting their all wrong;
Inviting me in for a closer look.
The noise of civilization, rustles in the background,
And a voice breaks through, the wall of silence.
Hunger and indecency plunder through it all,
But still I hold to things, that make me feel alive;
And somehow there's a whistle blowing in my ear.
Time of times, days of days, until the end is near,
waiting for the red light, so I can end it all.
But is it really worth it, to take that vital plunge.
When it's really so much simpler, to listen to the wind.