Tuesday, August 09, 2011

the wind has no answer






What the future hold?
The young asks the wind
What you bring in the land of many?
The wind has no answer

The young sees the leaves
Rattling leaves against branches
The sign of the wind
It never brings the light

“What will I do?
The years seem so far ahead”
The young ponders feeling the wind
Worrying on his face as the future unknown

“What the future hold?”
The young sings to the wind
“I have no idea
Tomorrow is such a long way”

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