Turn and Chase the Wind

I feel tired. Its a mid-winter evening.
Made some plans to stay inside the world is freezing.
Its 15 below. Chimney smoke and icy windows indulge in the night
As I write these words here alone,
And think of nothing worth being said.
While I struggle to see past these clouds surrounding my head.

I feel so lucky to be alive.
Just behind every rain cloud is a quiet starry night
or a beautiful bright blue sky.
I feel starved for all the things I long to be
For some novel splendor, out of reach, in a place I just cant seem to see.
For the courage to clear my name, pack my things and just go anywhere.

To turn and chase the wind, to smile and sing and just be there.
Im dying to know what thats like.
Think Ive been dreaming about it every day of my waking life.
Theres so much I want to see and learn
about the art and mystery of this crazy world,

And whats in it for me.
And I feel like I dont have much time.
The chance is there, but the choice is all mine.
So many dreams to comprehend
So many dreams
I think Ill sleep in once again
And lace my mind with all the confusing pretty things I see
I hope one day theyll all make sense to me.