Torn apart by wind streams br Flying past on currents unseen br No longer resembling any text book formations br Scudding by on a hastened path br To reach oblivion without minds shape br Origins unknown without any destination br A shadow of their former forms br These clouds speed past on winds br Whipping them into unfathomable wisps br Of shady ephemeral entrails br Spread across a shapeless sky br As in a final dissolution br Of any visible constitution br Perhaps I did once wander across the sky br But now with winds at my back br I am dispersed by urgency br And ever present need for change br In this modern “life” br Of hurricanes and whirlwind fads br Permanency only left to reside in death br Where is meaning, shape, and form br Where is a life well worn br What drives the wind drives me br I see the heavens still br When I look up to find I br and remember br What drives the stars drives me.