The wind always find a way to put me in my place
     Though, I don't know where it's going
     I don't think it knows where it's going.

It's just running on empty through my hair gracefully
     In an attempt to breathe life back into me.
     Via my crown connection to the cosmos

Hey Wind,
     Can you bring me the world?
     How about dropping prosperity in my lap?
     Like some self-entitled ******* child of privilege

Hey Wind,
     What if I save the girl?
     She'll probably end up saving me from myself anyway
     Divine intervention from the mind of my inmost cave

Hey Wind,
     I've got good intentions
     I'm just throwing it out there
     I'll use my senses in discretion

Like pouring a heart out
Into some empty pages
and labeling it as art.

Our own life interpretation
Reality in the hands of those who wish to create
Relative to how you wish to change

Become what you think

Just remember
Intention is everything
The wind always finds a way to put everything in place.