Your voice have I attained unto,
As you unveil my sets of ordered steps to take,
And even though I can't see the ground,
I go knowing your voice won't lead me to mistake.
Though there are times I don't take heed,
Thinking my answer makes for a good substitute,
I get stuck in an infinite continuum,
Having to again learn the meaning of the word absolute.
However, interestingly enough, there are times
When I cannot feel the shifting of the wind,
For the air is quiet, its silence has become too still
For even the most sensitive ears to apprehend.
Therefore, I panic; not knowing
Whether the winds have calmed or if they've ceased,
Yet, sightlessly, I continue to walk
The direction in which is destined to find peace.
Like a dog chasing its tail, so do I
Chase this unseen wind, for without it I would fail,
For the voice has become the captain of my ship,
And the wind has become the power behind my sail.
For I am lost without You.
Written by Terrence Wilson
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