Just a vision

Somber is the floating wind
Upon the wings of the distant cry
Once a dream to find the end
Now prepared to just go the distance
Making sense of paths gone by
Instances more toxic than true
Windows into the open soul
Gather dust as cleaners seek the inner journey
Not giving in
Seeking refuge in the torrid mind of infinite resolve
Scattered hopes to relieve the pressure
Dawning light beyond the distant hills
Not giving in
Solving the puzzle key
Wrecking the mold
Dancing in the way of the fevered youth
Willing to work
Willing to try
Weak by comparison to angry friends
Simple by choice to feats of men
Active in the role of what has been made for me
Vision of the heath that is called to be
Composed from the form that spills forward unexpectedly
Created for all to see
Called for the turn in new direction