Web of wind

Spider
            Swinging in his web

The wind
            Playing in my hair

My thoughts
Flying in your direction
            Something stopping them
As if I didn’t dare
To think of love again

The warm summer breeze
            Sweeping over me
Nothing will stay the same
By the nature of change
In this complex game

Eternity is illusive
Happiness is over rated
Shades of love very pale
Kindness,
            Kind of dated!

Are we living a lie?
Or has the body of truth
Changed this much in years
That it cannot be identified
Or are we just petrified
            Of letting go again

How could we ask the river
            To stop heading for the sea?

How could we ask the seed
To never grow again?