Wind

My pen be flame, but will it burn into tomorrow
the stories be popping, just like the guns of Richie...

he ride's the wind
faster than the source of light
magnificent and powerful in all his glory...

Nobody tells me because nobody knows,

when the wind comes or when the wind goes,

it comes...

Ceiling fan blowing cold air on me.
Spinning fast blades running wildly.
Waiting for the...

They say love is like the wind,

you can't see it but you can feel it.

I say they're wrong...

The loss of memory is forgotten in the wind

The moment we die before the breathe falter,

We...