hold on to the music
to the sound my mouth
is making now
hold on to the wind
it'll blow you south
it'll blow you everywhere
but the one place
I hope it blows you
is here to me
I made a mistake
my bad, I guess
wish I could take
it back with a word
or maybe a few
dozens of hundreds
but no matter how
many novels I orate
you will probably
never be back with me
the winds carry over
the sea and away from me
and though that
brings about tears
it's the way of the world
it's like the sound
of a heart beat
can't change the melody
no matter how many times
you swear to the skies
my heart is breaking
just from sheer will
from the ideas that fall
through my cluttered skull
and I know it's about
to explode onto the sidewalk
but if that's the way it goes
if that's the way the wind blows
I guess I'll be sitting here
a long time
a long wasted time.