Blind

Lovely wind..
lovely sky...
only wish i was flying...
only wish i was anywhere but here...
familiar...
i know everything there is to know about this town...

i wish i was a hitchhiker...
crossing the border to Mexico..
i wish i was a prisoner...
stuck in a cell with every human personality to observe...
i wish i could do all the things i could not do now...
i wish i was capable...
motivated...
somehow...

when i walk the streets at night...
or maybe even during the day...
i hear stories of the poor losing...
and the rich getting richer everyday...

i wonder why I've been given this cross to bear...
i wonder why God chose me...
He must have a purpose for my life..
i just wish i knew what that purpose might be