Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

It’s not there now, and now, I’ll have to find what I am looking for. I’ll have to find the trail or the path or the way and so, I go and I move and I find new ways to navigate my way from here to there. Whatever that means.look up.look ahead.See? It is another early morning, which is the usual time when I come here to find you.I am no different from the young version of me who sought to dream and yet, I have grown so much and therefore, I am lifetimes away from who I was.I am lightyears away from the unchangeable past and too distant from tomorrow to tell what is coming. I am here to perpetuate and create a movement and I am here, screaming and pleading for a change. I am here to adjust and rearrange my future to keep the past from happening againwhich, again,I understand why we find ourselves in that reoccurring loop we are thy key and the secret to our personal ingredients and toowe are the secrets to our own enduranceand the reasons why we failor succeed Everything comes down to…