I am powerless before you. The wind whips through, all is upended.
Tomorrow will never come, all these hopes for the future are mist.
I search and wait for you. Where are you?
You were here all along, not hiding in tomorrow nor over the ridge. Sitting next to me, walking with me as I attend to my chores.
Let me remain powerless, stuck in the now, for this is what is real. You, perfect supply, here with me.