The Wind Took My Hand

I did not want to leave

to you forever I wished to cleave.

The wind took my hand so quick

and led me through the thick.

Now I am homesick and alone.

My lot now is to be planted and grown.

They never told me about this.

All they gave me was, on my head, a kiss.

Too many decisions.

I feel I lack the precisions.

Take me back, take me back.

The spunk, I know I need, I lack.

Flying through lands unknown

my heart to wander I know is prone.

Please let me come back to the safe and secure

back when life's diseases had a cure.

I just cannot live life alone.

I feel so automatic, just like a drone.

If only I could see a familiar face,

come full circle, back to home base.

It's crazy how all along I was so fragile,

when I thought I was strong and agile.

They told me I was so brave,

a new way I could pave.

And maybe they were right,

but now look at this sad sight.

Day by day I will continue to grow,

even if closer and closer to my foe.

At least it's something, forward motion.

I don't know really what gave me the notion.

The wind blew again and off went the fruit of my labor.

There was no mercy or grace in my favor.