You will never fully understand me
While we are in this world.
And I can’t explain it to you.
I wish to God that I could.
But I am unable to explain it even to myself,
Though I know the wind that blows.
And my life has been a life upon the wind,
Blowing this way and that.
And I haven’t known anything
Except that I am not my own,
And that I must go where the wind blows.
But one day, we’ll both go home.
We’ll travel north to the place
From which the wind blows.
And there it will all make sense.
And we will rejoice in it together
When the truth is no longer hidden
By solid things that don’t make so much sense as the wind.
