Turn into the Wind

beware, a cocoon can turn into a coffin
safety betrays, it ain’t always your friend
besides what is life if it’s not lived often
be not afraid to turn into the wind
 
i look at this life through a prism of lenses
a screen door in the wind swinging wild on its hinges
it slams then expands to show new scenery
i’ve been transformed by love’s alchemy
It swims in the tears of my proud father’s eyes
roams the meadows of spain, sings the sheep lullabies
cloaked in the coat of a camouflaged king
awakened a life that lived only in dreams
 
it even exists in a pyramid scheme
and my woman who waits by the oasis spring 
rises like steam from the fresh blood of war
laid under the shade of an old sycamore
it’s the legend that leads you to treasures untold
pours lead in a mold, expects no less than gold
pushes the sun on its course in the sky
wooshes like wind, never born nor will die
 
beware, a cocoon can turn into a coffin
be not afraid to turn into the wind