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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
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
The tale of the wind
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
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
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