Who knows?

Who knows where the wind blows?
Only freedom knows the real story.

Who knows. Where do we go when we aren't where we are? Where do we go when we know what we're doing? What is the connection between the wind and the stars? Only the real story knows freedom. That's a conundrum....
Well, where we go is where we are. Who we see in the mirror is more than shadows and light. Okay?