The Wind

As the air flows slow from my mouth Sweet songs sooth ears' inner outs Hugging you tight-like; gracefully Understanding the feeling, not really, not willing, not wielding, not yielding They go in one, out the others So I write like You can't ignore me, ya see Average words blow to higher thought into realized epiphanies Every round goes higher. If even just a little bit Yeah, I write like "Breathe me in slowly and remember me For I only wish to be a cool breeze upon you Hold on to me, and, cherish me appreciate for what I represent at the moment For next I may come 4 scores from the shore only to destroy" Uh, I write like... what causes the waves I write like... blows you away I write like... what might take away your breath I write like... a storm's warning and yearning flesh I write like... like... the wind That's it, I write like the wind Yes, the W.I.N.D Winding, binding, warping Like the never beginning always ending So I write like the ever flowing, ever knowing Which means I am like what I see colorlessly Moving windows on the sea's surface I mean, since I'm so much like the stings your eye so much you'd have to cry You can't fight the truth and you knew it was bound to happen... I am... The autumn whistle on your sill; such a musical wondrous trill I mean, c'mon now, I write like Which means I think like it Therefore I must be like it So, uh, would act like it, could be it, should be it I am the wind That's why I write like the wind The best feeling you ever saw yet the heard sound ever lost Blown in the wind, me Blown is the wind, me Like the wind, blowed, I'm I'm, blowed like the wind I'm blowed like the wind