Poetry

Wait for the Wind

written by: Joe Breton

Wake up late 'cause you like to sleep.
Drag out the day and hope the next will be okay.
Play that old song over and over.
And when that wind starts to blow,
That wind of inspiration,
Catch it when it starts to blow
And ride those clouds over the hill,
The hill of confusion and pain.

Some were meant to tag along.
Some were meant to lead,
But, I just wait for the wind,
That wind of inspiration.
I mount that cloud with authority,
And I play my songs for me to hear.
Some others will listen in.
I forged those songs from
The fiery depths of my soul.
They shine for me.
So wake up late, and wait.
Wait for the wind.