I sway where I sway
When the wind blows
My resolve waivers and recessed shadow memories creep from the crevasses of my mind.

I go where I go,
When the wind blows,
My patience wears and bottled emotions flare out of control from volcanic depths within my manic soul.

I soar where I soar,
When the wind blows,
My heart trembles and all the pain of time slows upon immortal wings as my spirit surfs by on sonic waves of my chaotic life.

I lie where I lie,
When the wind blows,
My vision blurs and cloud with images of innocent bliss to my first kiss as cold judgment blankets aching bones and an aging body sleeps eternal a forgotten fossil come full circle.

Where I am and how did I get here?
Where have I been and what have I done to be where I am today?