Vortex

When I was young I made friends with the wind

It seemed like a Good thing to do

When I felt the wind on my face I felt better because it was my friend

 

My friends are getting further away

Taken by the wind of the storm in my mind

Flung out by gravity as my world spins

 

I don’t speak as the fly

The gap grows larger

My reach is getting shorter

 

I never want to be a burden

Never want to be a chain or a charge

I want my friendship to be free and freely given

 

I would give and ask for more

Do anything to get out of the centre

Fly out with my friends and forget

 

I am responsible

My silence is the one that is deafening

But that doesn’t mean I know how to

 

Stop

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