Puffed up and blown down by the winds
That's my iota of life reveals
My drug confined and habits lot stretch, makes of life's immensity
But when things come back I'll know all has not been in vain
That the sound of wind signifies rejuvination,
A clearing of the arteries, the sea
The billowing of unwanted thoughts and memories
And the sunshine, the vitality of a life resurrected like a summer's day.
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Refreshing. Life's immensity, we're all searching for it. sjg