The Wind

Don't you know It's hard to keep them on their shelves Trees will show In which direction that they fell Good fences make good neighbors When eyes are growing fonder The silence drawing nearer Just for a scene Throw yourself in the wind An awakening that will bring Your composure at end For all of your dreams are as bad as they seem We select to reassure and be relieved Holding fast Securing everything thought to be Always a catch but never acceptance of what's greater Belief to start a fever A truth we need We are means to an end Every end in a sense