The Story

Winds blew hard across my face
who goes there
where did it come
from
and how when I connect
I call the story of my life

Eyes struggle to stay open
they want to see the face of the winds
they want to play a part too
in what
I call the story of my life

"You cannot see " I tell my eyes
"you have no way
to know"
an anxiety builds up in mind
and it stands on a point that
what if it never happened
what I call
the story of my life

In how many ways the hard winds
give comfort
will be never discussed
in what I call
the story of my life