When the wind draws ..

The wind blew my hair and pushed me in the curved direction, I count my days, jump over a puddle. The future, known and unknown, the past is clear, I become a secret statically upright. Or not!? I will go naked out of the people, I will awaken him from his waking coma, I will throw the rags in the garbage and I will hope for it. Be with me! Give me faith, not alone, confused to suffer, waters to lead you, love and we will open a bracket!