The wind blows to the west
But I ignore it at first
It holds me in its grip
Telling me what it means
To be followed, to be held tight
to be shallow, to put up a fight
It tells me to be you
The wind is thinking of you
Wondering how that happened
We thought the elements were suspect
Until we lost respect
And now it catches me again
This wind I have been running from
Breathing out, keeping out, living out
Now I know its useless
And I am powerless
To keep out this storm
So I witness this passively
And I wonder why this is
But now I know
This wind is you
With your spirit that makes two
So I go ahead with this
Careless, helpless, shameless
To be followed, to be held tight
to be shallow, to put up a fight
And then I become you
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