The Weathervane's Lament
By Saywisely
1 min read
Jan 20, 2025
I spin and turn, a gilded slave,
To every whim the breezes gave.
I show the world which way to face,
Yet I am bound to this one place.
I dream of flying, wild and free,
Not just to point, but just to be.
To follow winds of my own heart,
Instead of playing this fixed part.
To every whim the breezes gave.
I show the world which way to face,
Yet I am bound to this one place.
I dream of flying, wild and free,
Not just to point, but just to be.
To follow winds of my own heart,
Instead of playing this fixed part.