It’s time
to unleash
my soul.

It’s time
to unleash
my soul.
Oh, but darling.
The wind will take you, anyway.
Ain’t no fighting the wind, darling.
Ain’t no fighting the wind.
The great news is this.
If I am here,
there is nowhere else
I’m meant to be.
I know you hear them.
The bells that ring for you
sing for you
bring for you
the stepping stones
of destiny.
What if I were to tell you
it’s all much easier
than you think?
What if I were to tell you
the search is over,
and the bells are coming
to you?
You would finally breathe again,
wouldn’t you.
You would finally see
that what you were searching for
was the quiet
you need
to hear the bells
and follow the call.
Soon, you will hear them
loud and clear.
Soon, sweet human.
Soon.
Deep in the darling woods,
the darkness creeps
and the wind whispers
of daisies and delight:
destiny
hanging in the air
beyond the trees.
Waiting.
Waiting for permission
to live.
Every so often, the wind of change blows me a dream.
A spark.
A glimpse of the person I truly am inside.
Sigh.
Where do you blow, sweet wind?
And what do you wish this sleepy dreamer to be?