Friday night feeling
Wind on the Hill
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes...
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.
-from Now We Are Six by A.A. Milne
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes...
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.
-from Now We Are Six by A.A. Milne
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Have a good weekend, FD.
Did you read it when you were six?
I am starting to believe that there is no real meaning to life, that it just is what it is... maybe there is no answer blowing in the wind.
Which is why I am where I am today. Which reminds me, I don't suppose you could spare a bottle of Dan Murphy's $2 plonk until pension day, FD?