wiNDsoF. ChAIN-g

I’m slightly detuned

I’m slightly re roomed

I’m slightly mad

I’m slightly sad

I’m slightly seeking warmth

I’m slightly seeking arms

I’m  slightly seeking consciousness 

That makes me smile with charm

I’m slightly seeking smiles 

That catch my eye from miles

That catch my heart from falling

That catch my soul from calling

Float float down through warm soft light

And land in arms that hold me tight

That let me sleep and let me rest 

To wake me safe and warm in nest

And should I choose to take a turn 

When life’s winds start to wake and churn

Which they do from time to time

They signal change along the line.

Perhaps this year perhaps the next

They never fail to get me vexed

But follow them have no choice

The winds of change they have the voice.

That send me reeling down the road 

They blow my body too and fro,

The change is fast sometimes it’s slow

But what’s the change I never know.

I must stumble through the here and now

The daily grind the sweat on brow

But one day I will look around

To new worlds that I’ve not yet found.

The winds will pick me up I know

And place me down like dice they throw.

Sometimes a six sometimes a one

But sure they’ve set the starting gun.