Over the Hill

How do I get to the top of the hill?
To me, it’s not a place we stay
We were halfway there
I saw the wind coming
I had no idea what was in my head
How could I be there so naturally?
I guess it’s caused by the wind that blew me
That power pushes me back
Still sometimes
How can I resist it on my own?
What we want is always in the wind
What I know is always in the wind
How do I get to the top of the hill?
To me, it’s not a place we stay
In the dark where I find thoughts
I sensed the wind
But had no idea what was in my head
What we want is always in the wind
What I know is always in the wind