In search of me

 

Blowing wind tells me you're here
Or may you come as wind grizzling, 
through my skin, blowing through my hair
In search of me, you wander through the streets
You fly across the skies and the ocean blues

Irony in me

 

Pause and movement, both I seek

Dread and comfort, both run in me

Tired and fueled up,  both I'm

Sick and in need, is my real time

Narrative to be shaken

Talks to be made

Walks to be taken

Stops to be made.