The wind in my head

There’s wind inside my head

That reminds me to be perfect and poised

But I just can’t.

The thoughts intrude yet always come knocking

Some, amazingly good

giving me great ideas

Little detours

But a life that is full of air

but then there are some darker waters

telling me why can’t I try harder?

The more you struggle, the more you sink,

and quicksand fills me to the brim.

I toss and tumble

In the storm of my own making

But I know that I’ll always be learning

Once you think that you’re afloat

Another wave knocks you away, oh so easily

and so you realize that this is the life of a person

with so much wind inside their head