I stay still in wind.
I move in air.
My hardest I try,
To not just float anywhere.
If I cut my heart out,
Would anyone care ?
If I threw it into life,
Could anyone bare ?
That I will do anything,
To have motion in air.
In it, I breathe, exhale and stare.
I've been trying to escape the current.
Its ripped and torn holes in the jeans that I wear.
Truth is you can run against the flow,
I dare.
I run alongside wind,
But never actually in it.
The air is so much better,
As long as I can see the finish.
I run to the top of the mountain.
To the edge of the view.
Where I can see the earth pumping it's essence,
With Love from my heart.
I'll forever forget the wind,
For trying to send us apart.
See, I don't hear what i don't want to just sitting in the air.
But it all blows on to you,
With the winds whispering in your ear.
Unlike the wind, to the air,
i stick.
It's always there for me,
so the promise is always thick.
I desire a bond,
that can do what a band-aid does.
The hardest of what i find:
Desire of motion is needed for sound.
.. With that,
I,
can promise you this:

If I ever decide to move in wind,
i'll blow on a flute.