Am I awake Or am I cold When I'm without a fight Am I a hollow shell That shielded itself Am I sound asleep Or simply a spirit in slumber I can't choose to look up And see with vibrant eyes I miss my own quiet enlightenments When will this dulled-out mind Turn troubled As it tries to solve A seamless puzzle Frostbitten trees A paralysed bird The fleeting warmth Of a silvering sun I will wait for the wind I will wait for the wind The blazing white A circling track The colourless vibe Of an overlit photograph I will wait for the wind I will wait for the wind I will wait for the wind I will wait for the wind