Shouting at the Wall

Screaming at the air Yelling at no one Whispering at the wind, Vocalizing volumes of vulgarities Into the void And watching them vanish Just like dreams gone by; Where do dreams go What happens to thoughts Where do days go After we're done with them, Do they get taped over Or deleted Or do they simply vanish Into the wind Like the words you shouted at the wall Or whispered at the wind?