GONE WITH THE WIND

Gone with the wind
Like it was but a dream
The struggles and the strain
The puzzles and the pain

Like a victim of mindtricks
It seems as if they never were
As frantic as a psychotic
Living in an imagined fear

But it all happened just like yesterday
Now not more than mere memories
All the troubled thoughts
The wearisome work
The bewildered mind
The tiring smile

Pains and gains are trapped in moments
'Tis but a little while they last
Appreciate the good; be patient with all that befalls you
For its period is decreed to lapse