Which way to go?

What does my path hold in stow?

When comes the wind of change,

That blows me where all is strange?

What moves the wind inside and out?

What moves inside to whisper or shout?

What grows the roots of all that lives?

How is it decided – who takes and who gives?

Why is it all things come to end,

Just because the strong seem to bend?

Who is it that steals away life?

Does it hold us hostage with hate or knife?

Questions fly and questions hold

May I ask as to be so bold?

I detest that cruel rule of time

That holds me to lose perfect rhyme

Please give me wings, so the wind I affect

Let me change and blow away this defect

When will I be ready to understand,

Why the world has such a large demand?