I have no control of where it goes
every time I set a goal
the wind laughs and it blows
I feel like I'm falling down
just me, gravity, and ground
I can float here and complain
or ride joyfully without a sound
In the turbulent twenties
everything feels urgent and empty
but I pray that the winds will
resurge and replenish me
I realize that the winds
have never been my enemy
to let go and let flow
is the only way to blow
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