A windy day under the sun

What a cold day,
What a sunny day,
Spring is here,
But so is turmoil,
Yet I smile,
Look for the brighter
Side, such is life,
Such is life,
Change and surprise,
But love, always
Love... burning inside,
as I hold my head high,
No matter the clouds,
Their gliding shadows,
What a windy day,
What a sunny day.

Without a center

To all my friends, I ask this:

What is a mind without a center? Is it hollow -restless like a dry leaf caught in the wind? And if it is, where is it bound to go? Nowhere? Everywhere?