trying to be poetic

Like the passing wind its always around me but invisible
I wanna see it but it never reveals itself
I stand here thinking about everything...but things are fading away
I stand here trying to be the same person who I was ..
but things will never be the same
Though I resist one part of mine always wishe the past never changed
Now the time has come that I stop thinking.
May be this had to happen one day and that day has arrived
Its just that I didnt wanna see it
One day you will stand where I stand today
When that happends you will understand how it feels to be me
But dono why still One part of mine always wishes that past never changed.