The Wind Tastes ©richard chu 10-27-98



The wind tastes salty
Or it’s my tear
Oh my dear why am I here
Walking alone among the scattered crowds
On this wind-chilled beach...
Living ashamed within the forever guilt...

What has past will never be The Past
Is always The Now and It’s always here
To hunt you down like a criminal
To eat you up like an animal

It always sneaks up on you from behind
And clubs you hard on your conscience
Not until the day you die will it set you free
Not until the last draw of your air will it let you breathe
As though you have found God and It is your Savior
But then---
It is too late to live as a human in heaven

The wind tastes bitter
Or it’s my life
Oh my dear what has happened and what have I done
And who’s going to tell me why
For all these years I
Satisfied no one
Not even me
For all my life I
Fulfilled nobody’s dreams
Not even mine while
Listening to none of the words of wisdom from the elder
Nor that From Within
Either

What hasn’t been done will never be done
The opportunity is gone
The elements are wrong
And I have grown
Old...

The wind tastes salty
Or it’s my tear... Oh, my dear...