the WayWord wind
is a lonesome friend
which way it blows
you never knows

oh, the WayWord wind
is a fickle friend
which way it goes
is which ever way the wind blows

yes, the WayWord wind
will send
and you will follow
to places so hollow

yeah, the WayWord wind
will tend
to pretend
it be your friend
but it be shallow
how hollow

but in The End
the WayWord wind
is a heartless friend
a DeadEnd

'cause in The End
the WayWord wind
don't know where to begin
nor to end
it be all blow
and a no show

all glitter
all glow
but a no show
it'll make you bitter
don't you know

the WayWord wind
never helps you to grow
all hot Air
that be there

some of us
follow in it's dust
we trust
guess 'cause we must
be it us or bust
ashes to ashes
rust to rust

still we need a friend
in the WayWord wind

but in The End
the WayWord wind
is a lonesome friend
to depend upon
here today
then it's gone
away
lost in yesterday

so it be
with me
i see
my poetry

just a WayWord wind
just a fickle friend
who i'll never know
which way that wind will blow
i never know
which way my WayWords wind's
will go

"the answer my friend
is blowin' in the wind"

the WayWord wind

and which way
the WindWords will play
well hell, who's to say
not me today

have a nice day
anyway

just a little word play
for today
what else can i say...

'cept the WayWord wind
is a kindly soul
as i grow younger
i hunger
for bein' old
when my WayWord's story
has been told

i'm sold.
stories told.
i be bold.
i'm warm, i ain't cold.

too many apostrphies, periods,& &'s &?
marks

just tryin' to find a friend
in the WayWord Wind

THE END