Blowing in the Wind

I am looking for the answers blowing in the wind
For a moment of peace, the issues I would rescind
With the bliss of writing slang verses, and free wheeling
Borrowing lines from master poets such as Bob Dylan

I feel just like the proverbial creature void of form
Desperately seeking somehow, shelter from the storm
When I offer my innocence I get repaid with scorn
Sometimes in my dark hours I wish I had never been born

I don't believe there is an end to the trouble a woman can bring
But longwinded whining is never a solution to anything
I confess I've had doubt. I've said bless me Father I have sinned
While wanting to just shout, all we are is dust in the wind

I've been blown away by lyrics lingering in my head
Influenced by my peers, and the things that I have read
You know it is not only the wise weatherman that knows.
The political climate, and which way the wind blows

The world is mostly ruled by vices such as greed and lust
Is there one of us that has not been caught up in the gust
Sometimes I pray for serenity, and a sacred gentile breeze
Peace that surpasses all understanding to give my poor heart ease