Devotion (When I Cry the Wind Disappears)

All I've known is self, never knelt with any conviction Limited wisdom, infinite intuition Listen, perhaps none of us are ready for that heady concoction of change and exchange Arrows aimed inward The fall proceeds winter From cinders of me that are left perhaps you build a new kingdom. Never once have I thought beyond my own breath until this instant Been resistant to envision existence. Not sure how to explain this mortal prison to a new prisoner. The world IS sinister. And when you speak there'll be few listeners We are ALL so different and yet somehow even MORE similar Anger was our family's signature But it's compassion at our core We've endured, adapted, reacted. Lineage over time has fractured. Tribes scattered. Those that are left gather to recollect the echos of past laughter. Perhaps YOU truly ARE all that matters. A new chapter. My truth shattered to revel something primal Perhaps vital. A new cycle. Cyclical ellipse that shift the ego towards the id Amid this chaos I lack the language to explain this world's anguish. Or why we are ALL so damaged. We'll try to provide every advantage so you can manage. But what I can't provide are answers as to why. The meaning to all this is in NO religious text or scroll. At their core they're ALL just control Devolved from myth into addiction And in the midst of this mess . I find myself still wishing that these words reach newly-formed ears. I truly hope we can converse in these coming years. a few more words to be spoken: If you're anything like HER you are already HAVE my devotion. But for now, I suppose, I'm just hoping.