Be like the wind
You are the wind
You don't bend or break
No procedures are in place for you
Run up against it, flow around
Not out of strength
But out of the hush
Out of the whistle
Out of sound
The wind is nothing
The wind is everything
More than anything that could ever be built
Because the wind will always be
Around
In every lung and every city
Whipping through the whistlers town
"New obsession, next depression" is well said!