there’s a hole in my sole
that helps me feel the ground
wandering alone
this long and winding road

a black sheep
never sheds its wool
forever garnered unworthy to be
glibly cast off by the fold

a greater loss than ever be known
washed away like season’s rain
changing tides do steal away
castles made of sand

it’s a hard journey
to carry the weight of the load
the gravity of obscurity,
the potholes in the road

comes a time, stalled at crossroads,
it just don’t matter anymore;
a time to carry on, a time for letting go
a time to walk another mile
in these worn out shoes, alone

I’m more than you’ll never know
a body in a soul
I didn’t even want the heart you broke,
it’s yours to keep --

I finally found my real name,
shed this invisible skin;
I won’t be me
when you see me again
I'm leaving the invisible world

there's never a breathe
you can afford to waste
wandering alone again
this long and winding road...


                                                 wild is the wind © 3.15.2016