It's funny, when the wind blows you
to places you weren't expecting,
yet it blows you away from those places too.
It's funny, when that strange glimpse
the first day of school,
could make you realize that love is so true.
It's funny, when you could awaken yourself from sleep,
and rest from awakening.
You cease to speak, and scream the feeling.
You wander really far yet you have with you the scar.
I'd love to set the compass to where you are.
It's not funny. I'm never complete. I felt it.