Misled by the wind
On a featureless plain
The thought that it goes somewhere
Keeping me sane
‘Til it leads me in circles
Cyclonic confusion
The evidence left
Is a footprint profusion
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Misled by the wind
On a featureless plain
The thought that it goes somewhere
Keeping me sane
‘Til it leads me in circles
Cyclonic confusion
The evidence left
Is a footprint profusion