Against the wind

Slowly my breath is burning my throat
and my eyes are deeply shut
in an endless second of lust.
How tiny am I?
How big is the world?
The rivers, the lakes
I have all around
and the wind through my hair
is blowing from the ground.
I've always been there.
I've always been so.
And my thoughts go away
searching for their own way.
I'm growing up so fast,
can't imagine which day'll be the last.
I just want to find
the way I’ve to live my life.
But the wind is too strong
and I can't keep on
walking the opposite way of its blow....