Wind

It's already fading.

Flashes of a different life,

pulled from a different mind

while I was asleep.

What seems so real one moment

is actually made of smoke

That floats away when the wind blows.

The wind—blow, blow

take away these memories that were never mine

take away these dreams of a better life

take away this feeling

That I'm running out of time.

The clock—tick, tock

it takes away these moments we hold dear

it takes away the people that were here

it takes away everything

but fear.

What I saw changed me

It made me who I am.

That one morning, one day

out of the blue.

It's strange how it happens

Without any warning at all

It sweeps you off your feet.

The wind—blow, blow

take away these memories that were never mine

take away these dreams of a better life

take away this feeling
that I'm falling further behind.

The rocks—roll, roll

down the barren mountainside

down into a place no one can find

down into a place blacker
than night.

This is where we stay

This is where we live.

Nothing left to say.

Nothing left to give.

This is what we are

This is how we live.

Everything's a guess.

Everything's a gift.

The wind—blow, blow

Take away these memories that were never mine

Take away these dreams of a better life

Take away this feeling

That I'm running out of time.

The black hole, oh

It eats away at everything I am

It eats away and swallows up my hands

Silently it screams to me:
I can't