W I N D S O U L

I'm myself there's no other way to define it....

I'm like the wind...

I have a destination that's unknown to my conscious,

I drift about life in a daze

A dance on the thread line separating

Reality from a fantasy.

Is my life's walk

I'm alive to some and dead to others

An open book and a complete mystery,

I'm breathing yin yang symbol

And a contradiction with a heart beat.

This never ending chaos is my reality.

My Fantasy,

My heaven and my hell.

So be this light

I'll accept the darkness.

I'm not all that different from either of them.

Black and orange Halloween

With a splash of white Christmas.

The wind is my soul.

Ever changing

Eternally the same.

Gentleness and Rage.

My own heart beat deceives me,

I'm the angel with black wings

Or the devil with white,

I'm breathing yin yang symbol

And a contradiction with a heart beat.

A riddle?

Yes to Some.

But its really quite simple.

This is my heart,

This is my Soul.

This is my Energy.

This is my Life.

All I am is like the wind.