Before the wind has blown
Away futures past
The image we see our "Selves"
Is the one that will last
To listen to the rhythm
The sound that is within
A beat familiar yet one truly unique
The original melody never to be again
Never hold on to tightly
You may just loose your grip
The fleeting moment of life
Or all that is between will slip
See yourself not in a mirror
Nor what others perceive as true
See from the place inside
Your own clear vision of "You"