Time is a wall of wind I'm leaning into, stronger and stronger with every step.
Dust trails off of me as memories and fleeting feelings fly into the great forgotten with explosive verve like shrapnel discharge soaring towards oblivion.
I have many eyes and they see so much,
often this is where feelings begin,
each sees the world differently,
with their own unique perspective,
yet all these differences find solidarity at a certain point within my mind,
thus a greater understanding of what the winds of time may throw my way.
In one hand, I'm holding my heart, shielding it as it beats,
guarding it perhaps from my own self.
My other hand is stretch outwards,
a welcoming arm to the wonders of the unknown.
My soul is sitting on a weathered throne,
hiding somewhere in the shadows of my mind,
so that it might see the lights of life project into the subconscious theater,
as it is entertained by tears, smiles, fears, and laughter.
Each footstep is a time I've lived,
a story to tell to inspire and guide those who might find that same footprint.
The only sounds that comes my lips are the rhythm of my breath,
a whisper in,
a whisper out,
I am one song.