There’s a wind blowing light, like a friend, at your back
And it nudges you right toward this beckoning track
Who knows what waits along the way
To carry you far from yesterday?
Ah, but you just may find as you gather each clue
That so much left behind has come round to meet you
Life is not some straight thing
It’s a circle waiting with all and everything you know
Right now and sometime ago

INVIA LE CORREZIONI