Pulling out of a coma of a long-term dream
A mixture of regret and possibility
Encouraged to shake off the dirt and make clean
Changing...changing. Definitely.
Magic in the wind
I taste it in my skin
Magic in the wind
I am remembering
Memories stray as if an attempt at hiding
Details lost behind clouds of strung vines
I believe in the potential of everything
and even peculiar synchronistic signs
Magic in the wind
I feel it in my skin
Magic in the wind
I am remembering
So...so much is different I realize today
Than anything I might have thought would arrive
choices played out quite naturally
now back to the point of controlling the drive
Magic in the wind
I'm taking it in
Magic in the wind
I am remembering
