As Much Sense as the Wind

You will never fully understand me While we are in this world.And I can’t explain it to you.I wish to God that I could.But I am unable to explain it even to myself,Though I know the wind that blows.And my life has been a life upon the wind,Blowing this way and that.And I haven’t known anything Except that I am not my own,And that I must go where the wind blows.But one day, we’ll both go home.We’ll travel north to the place From which the wind blows.And there it will all make sense.And we will rejoice in it togetherWhen the truth is no longer hiddenBy solid things that don’t make so much sense as the wind.