And thought I'd go to the market and play for change
The air was cool but still and gave no warning
The powers that be were brewing something strange
I set up my guitar case and music stand
Donned my plaid fedora put a harmonica in the holder
Playing dust in the wind like a one man band
Blowing tunes and strumming my hands a blur
The gentle summer wind unassuming
Was overpowered by a vicious autumn gale
Each time I opened my mouth to sing
The screaming squall answered with a wicked wail
Sudden gusts tornadoed leaves into a dancing flash mob
Flipping pages looking for a song in my lyrics binder
To regain control bull clips always seem to do the job
My hat blowing off and then returned is a reminder
Life nature and people try to exert their power
You have to find some way to regain control
Like the helpful bumblebee fertilizing a flower
Allowing others to help you empower your soul
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