If the wind is only there
when I feel it is around,
then any great distraction,
can drop me to the ground.
If truth is strictly relative,
a product of my mind,
then any truth beyond my thoughts
would be impossible to find.
But if the wind is real
and consistent in its ways
then my wings can press into it
and I can soar above the haze.
For if there is a Truth immutable
one that is really there,
then I'd be a fool to place my
wings
into relative thin air.