Catch The Wind Poem by Will Fiala

The spring ain’t a-flowin’, that well’s goin’ dry
The train’s been a-rollin’ rushin’ backward full steam
And I’m not sure I’m
Sure where I’m goin’, or sure where I’ve been
But knowin’ change has come its due in my current scene
Seein’ life’s harsh sign

Enough of ritual when bad traditions lie
Translucent visual’s empty ride
Forces me to catch the wind

Wind blows where it wishes revealing all that’s sound
Where it comes from, where it goes well I couldn’t say
Though I know I’m bound
I’m bound with the spirit, I’m bound with its pain
And the joy of knowin’ where I’m goin’ as it clears the way
Lifts me off the ground

Unfinished symphonies reapin’ empty praise
Residual dust fillin’ empty graves
Time has come to catch the wind
I’m hangin’ on to courage
No time, no worry
Holdin’ tight to its ride

Step into void and catch the wind
Step off and catch the wind
Time is now, yes it’s time to catch the wind
Catch the wind