The Question

I asked my question to the wind The seed, the heart, of all my fears What delicate fate for me will you spin? What will I be in the future years? I received no answer, no reply Only a howling inside my ears It stole my words and left my mouth dry Then, suddenly, just disappeared I waited until my patience drew thin Returned to my home, took a book from the shelf I have no more questions for the wind I have found the answer within myself