It must be nice to be the wind

Just blow through on a whim

Leave behind all this debris

Take the leaves from barren limbs

In this summer heat — sweat on my face

I sit and yearn for that cool breeze

Feel it feather through my hair

Always puts my mind at ease 

Wind never stays one place too long

Comes through — puts things in motion

It drifts, it stirs, it disappears

Pushes sails across the ocean

Carries seeds I didn’t mean to plant

Lifts and spreads what I can’t say

And just when I start to wilt a little

It circles back – blows me away

Open the doors — let in fresh air

Pretend this time I’ll breathe it in

But I still brace myself for the moment

It slips away like it always did

I let it carry me, every time

Even knowing it won’t stay

Somehow never and always there

Honestly—fuck you, by the way.