Ask The Breeze

Ask the breeze:
“Tell me, please,
Why are you blowing,
And where are you going?”
 
“Why I blow,
I myself don’t know,
And where I go,
I change status quo.”
 
Ask the breeze:
“Tell me, please,
What’s your good name,
And what’s your game?”
 
“I’ve no name;
The name game
I don’t play—
That’s not my way.
 
I’m not bound—
I just go around,
But sometimes I slow down
After running through town.”