When We

When we are caught frozen in thoughts,
We tend to see wind drifts,
from North to South, and West to East,
In the currents and flows of drifts, 
memories are often a delight and become sifted,
Of agency, the choices are cast before our eyes,
To what may be, an internal relief to what reality does not see,
In a moment of awakening, the cause and effect is at your grasp.
And as the winds lore proclaim, to what desires of the heart is sustain.