Feb 2007 When the west wind whips And the wary wanderer weeps – When the world watches in silence And women whisper words of truth While men work without complaint – When whimsical wants are willfully forgotten, And worship wins out over play – When, with his wailing withheld, One wishes with his deeds And waits no more without acting, That’s when Wyrd will wind itself up within our brains, And we will know our destiny.