Sometimes, we are all stirred up, to move from where we are, to where we want to go, trying to find a new horizon.
Oh! The Whistling Wind
Keep blowing through my hair.
My ear embraces, the sound of change.
There is movement under foot,
And, I cannot continue to stay here.
The call is much too strong.
My complete resistance is weak.
My mind has already shifted.
As my feet, still stay in place.
It’s time, to put in motion,
That ever, changing scene.
Where the river of life, is flowing,
When we must follow the course.
Perhaps, I’ll see you there,
If not, maybe, on my way back.
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