The wind

Now isn't the time to make a fuss
It's really time to take a step
To do, what's needed to be done
And to find a way to feel alive

The moment so fleeting
Just as quickly as the wind blowing
So strong in its will, yet timid as it leaves
Like a sneaky little thief

Will we let our lives be strewn about
By the ever changing course of the wind
Through the gusts of force
Or the churning course, will we be able to win?

Onward bound, and above all else
No turning back from this ever changing self
Beneath all chill from the cold wintry wind
Is the voice from beyond, urging, pushing

Let not your body go against it
Move toward the point of origin
Or maybe step aside and seek shelter
From the strong breeze coming from within