“Enough. I’m sick
of being the only one

who moves things about.
It’s regime change.

I will not be moved. Dust,
leaves, cans, paper will

have to move themselves.
Windfarms using my service

without a thought to what
I want. Waves too. Totally

oblivious to my needs.
It’s an effort to stay still,

but I will do it. I’m no longer
the wind of change. Do it

yourselves. How do you
make a difference?

Put your lips together
and blow.”