Windward

seeking purpose

Day by day, I've lost the time.

Drained by a mundane melody,

Still I wake up trying to rhyme.

In life, just speak a few words,

That's all there is to it.

I praise the future, but 

When it's tomorrow, I already outgrew it.

Yet when the wind seems to call, 

I float and regain a sense of it all.

Although it's hard to not waste pride and rust,

The simple wind guides me purpose,

Although it is just a gust.