I want*        to change     my ideas
to change   the world       for the better
the world    but           my life forever
but          I cannot               I'm just a victim of habit
I cannot      change myself;         what I want is
change myself;     I want       what I need

Its all it can ever be

And I can't explain.

wild whisper of August wind
ruffles my hair and scatters my thoughts like
castaway leaves riding a downstream breeze
snagging on branches as they tumble, float away
and I stumble after the flashes of color,
the fragmented memories, wishes, to-do lists
somersaulting alike in the freedom wind
and I let them, let them go
let myself give in to the roaring crash of summer’s eve
a sun not yet ready to set
soon, it will be time to chase
time to gather up the scattered musings
but for now
I carry it within me
this wild, wild whisper of August wind