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Facing the Wind

I stand and face the wind
Knowing I could be blown away
To an unfamiliar place
I wonder if I am brave or stupid
And whether it would be better
To turn and run backwards
Backwards to a past and
That once familiar place
I wonder if it would be
Friendlier this time around
Or hostile, maybe cruel
Or lifeless, like a piece of clay
Waiting for me, for my hands
To shape it into somewhere
I would like to stay

I stand and face the wind
I stand here stubbornly
Unable and unwilling
To select a path
Waiting for the sun
To point it out with a single ray
Or for the wind to choose by
Simply blowing me away