sitting here,
looking at a blank screen,
wondering where it is that I am going to be going,
thinking about where it is that I have been.
knowing full well,
that the only thing that I can do,
when the wind blows,
is to just go with it.
what else is there?
well there is always something,
it is just a question of where it is.
looking at a blank screen,
wondering where it is that I am going to be going,
thinking about where it is that I have been.
knowing full well,
that the only thing that I can do,
when the wind blows,
is to just go with it.
what else is there?
well there is always something,
it is just a question of where it is.
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