The winds they’re a turning.
The fire it is burning.
I’ve been thinking.
Of things that matter.
Is it health?
My country ?
Money?
Or someone I can call honey?
Life’s good I guess.
Sometimes though,
It feels like I am a mess.
The worlds getting small,
As are our minds.
Where do you fit in?
What does it take?
What’s right?
What’s wrong?
Who decides?
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