I know why the wind calls with a thousand voices
Its arrival is an argument, a clash, a forced opinion
Nature knows no allies, time knows no structure
But man is all-consuming
Those damned voices, stretching across modernity
Who are they to tell us we’re wrong
Who are they to feel so alive
I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.