The winds of woe look quite happy to me,

They say cheers, I gaze with glee,

Their dances synchronized since birth,

Since the spawning of the Earth,

I look down, but I am above,

When I looked up, I was still below,

But the wind was not stupid, you see,

It could see I was not happy,

It boost up angrily into the cloudy sea,

It took something with it.

Me.

but the ferocious wind was creating holes as it went,

Holes in time, anger well spent,

The past, the present, the future unfold,

Desperately waiting for the brave and bold.