the wind blows through your hair and your mind
and it feels like breath of fresh air
but you don't want to be blown away like all the rest
there are days when you feel like screaming
when you wake up in the morning and you can't
find your keys, and your hair just won't negotiate
but you always recover and start again
but at the back of your head, you know
that if the wind changes direction
and you're thrown off course once more
this time it would make you fall further and longer
the light at the end of the tunnel likes to fade
then brighten, get your hopes up, let them down
fate is intransigent and love is long dead
your heart is broken and your soul is tainted
your confidence is shattered
but something is still ticking
because you're still floating gradually forwards
