A wild way,

A mild way,

Any which way,

We move with the wind.

 

Down the corridors it comes,

Stretching back

To before

Time even began.

 

I feel

Its hot breath

As it whispers

In my ear.

 

I choose

How to listen,

I choose

How to act.

 

History speaks,

I honour it,

Yet,

I am not it.

 

I am

My own man,

Forged in time,

Living now.