The wind is sending goose bumps up
And down my arms
Telling me to go where it goes
It picks me up
And chimes the future into my ears
Whistles between each piece of hair
Sending a chill
To the nape of my neck
The wind brings me to places
I have never been before
My mind makes it to be a whole new world
Flying so high
The ground looks like the patches of a quilt
The sky is wet of fog, but the ground is so dry
The wind put me back down
Back on my feet
Back to the ground
To some place unknown
I know it's trying to tell me something
But it has no voice of it's own
The wind blows away
With a furious catch in my ear
To which I think it is trying to say
"Goodbye my young dear"
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
The wind is sending goose bumps up
And down my arms
Telling me to go where it goes
It picks me up
And chimes the future into my ears
Whistles between each piece of hair
Sending a chill
To the nape of my neck
The wind brings me to places
I have never been before
My mind makes it to be a whole new world
Flying so high
The ground looks like the patches of a quilt
The sky is wet of fog, but the ground is so dry
The wind put me back down
Back on my feet
Back to the ground
To some place unknown
I know it's trying to tell me something
But it has no voice of it's own
The wind blows away
With a furious catch in my ear
To which I think it is trying to say
"Goodbye my young dear"
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