I am the chosen one
Born through a prophesy spoken by none
Molded by the winds that navigate life
The path of the indigo has been shown to me.
The winds keep swirling around me
Beckoning
Provoking
Convincing
They're breathtaking.
The colors mesmerise and delight me.
It's a sense of confused understanding
And I'm Clutching my temples
And praying my sanity isn't breaking
And calling out to the Gods to the Spirits
And possessed and in the Spirit.
These uncontrollable thoughts
That supercede everything irrational
That tempt me to turn and look back on the night
Causing me to realize that I am of the Earth.
The winds, they baptize me in a swirling vortex of own sins.
But the earth guides my feet and I dance to the rhythm of the wind.
I embrace the demons I once rejected.
For I am the indigo
And the indigo follows the winds of life.
