When will the wind 
blow me away?
The darkness is winning,
so I'd rather not stay.
Can I be a fallen autumn leaf?
Sailing the typhoons on naked seas. 
Just feathers in the breeze. 
Do you think an eagle mourns the loss of a feather?
as a man is ashamed of thinning hair...
The hyenas laugh at the lion,
The lion doesn't care.
Something wicked this way comes...
Can I be an angry cloud?
pissing on those fools who wronged me down on the ground.
Can I be a beautiful woman's pillow?
So she may rest her weary head upon my comforts. 
Can I be the stars at night?
Illuminated and brilliant, deserved muse of poets below.
Can I be the glass in a cathedrals window? 
so colourful with ancient stories to tell. 
Can I be a salesman?
with nothing to sell. 
Can I be the Devil?
and rule over blazing hell.
Shall I perhaps settle for what I am?
just a common man.
I tell you this! 
I wouldn't mind being the air between the sweethearts first kiss.
Can I be the wise shaman leading the fire dance?
I'll lead them into a melodic trance.
Can I be sepia photographs in a dusty album?
it would make you smile when you found them.
Can I be nostalgia?
the kind that delivers fond memories. 
Can I be the last sentence in a long poem?
you know what I mean...
the line that drives it all home. 


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