Who has seen the wind?
I have, in my unconscious state of mind
We talked and laughed, we asked questions, she was kind
I’m inclined to tell you this and unwind
But I know mankind is colorblind, unkind and refined.
They’re all blind, impatiently blind
Yet it slips one’s mind how inclined they are to open their mind.
So, here I’ll tell you,

I am the wind.
And I know your questions
I’ve heard them all before
Wherever I go
There they are questions, laid in front of me
But I can’t answer them no matter how defined or explicit they are.
They’re untouchable, they are rare and unique,
answering one might lead to me.

Still, you asked and yet I hid.
It wasn’t out of anger or fear, it’s just what I do.
It’s an instinct, like that of a lion to roar.
Yet sometimes I wish, but I know dreaming is not meant for me.
So, I keep on blowing and moving the trees,
Quiet enough that you won’t hear but strong enough that you would feel.

Time is unfair.
When I want you to see me.
When I scream and punch
You just walk by
And I can’t blame time
Because I know why
I’ve known all day long
That no matter how loud I sang or how strong I blew when you passed by I'll still be who I am.

I am the wind
Strong and cold
Yet unknown