Wind

The wind and I aren't so different ya know

We both are constantly moving different directions

Either tending to a new cause

Or being the cause of something new

Sometimes the wind turns into a storm

As do my troubles like a whirlwind in my own head

Leaving destruction in the process of my own deficiency

Wanting so much to be still like the eye of the storm

Everything is still there

Chaos is going on around it,

But inside is calm, unafraid,

Everything I wish I could be

And then, there are times when the wind stops

There's nothing to rustle the trees but squirrels

Very rarely does this happen, though

For in my life even the squirrels cause my mind to rustle

The greatest thing the wind does is blow

Not only blowing the trees and windmills

But standing outside with nothing else around

My mind troubled and my heart heavy

I let the wind take it all away

It takes my troubles as far as it will take it

I went to Lake Bonny Park and stayed for at least 45 minutes.