I am the wind you cannot breathe, until I touch your face.
Once you feel essence of this simple thought, look pass the complex termed dead to believe.
I am always with you.
I have given your soul and it's shell the gift of choice to see.
The gift of choice is more then left or right.
Choice is a chaotic path leading
you nowhere or to the light of my side.
Your last breath will be the beginning of time. Look to other's that cross your path.
A sign will shine in gentle light.
There is no beginning, there is no end, there is only me.