Wherever the wind blows

Can one foretell what the future holds?
No and they never will..
An ultimate and unpredictability of what lies up that hill..
Tho one may look to the up-and-coming with hope and aspiration,
Wherever the wind blows will be their predestination

So we all carry on with hope in our hearts having spates of good fortune in fits and starts
One day one may be up but the very next night they will be down feeling like an old, tiresome circus clown
Yet never giving in to our trials and tribulations that come and go endlessly throughout the generations

Life is just a neverending test,
temperamental at times and a questionable quest
But never-the-less we usually find a way by adapting and accomodating to the happenstance from dismay
Humanities heartiness may be pulled like strings yet we are strong. vigorous, robust living things