Cycles

I am the wind today as I wrestle away my existing sounds of silence
Never will I decay
I am the breath of the earth
The mysterious glow that acts as a ghost
Never will I show

Yesterday I was the moon
Sorrow, Lonely, Private eye
Never will I cry
Looking down with sparkling tears at a mystery always in disguise
Never will I die

Tomorrow I’ll be heat
Bottles of shameful flames explode like the roar of a lion, so much rage can not be contained
Never will I be sane

Looking past the ancient glass I see a stranger
How strange
Never will he change