Like there's no burden on
Your shoulders.
Peel yourself wound by wound
In front of the mirrors.
Conquer what's left of you.
Layer by layer grow thin..
Light as a feather and
Fly to the cues wind.
Stop when it doesn't blow.
Rise when it does and
Sour when it tries to rush
Itself to new highs.
Wind is life. Don't expect
Too much as there isn't.
Laugh when it makes you
And weep when it
Wants you to be sad.
Stay quiet and accept the
Things as they are.
But don't take your leg off
The accelerator, as
Shortly there's gonna be
An opportunity to fly.
A period of calm might
As well be a pullback to
Set you in an vigourous path.