It's wispy intentions drift from
The sky
Show me the future
Oh wind
I smell where you've been
Among the pines
Whistling through the evergreen
Gables
Running down the road and
Circling
For me to follow
Waking the sleepy dust
Parting
The velvet grasses
Trying to stifle your impatient sighs
You cannot comprehend my
Maps
My signposts
My landmarks
My need to know at all times
Where I
Am
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