Again and again,
pound after pound,
it hits with all it can,
all of light, fire and sound.
You won’t catch a breath.
You won’t get a break.
You’ll be sinking, drowning,
in a bottomless lake.
It will not ask if you’re cold or not;
It will just shovel ice with all it’s got.
Is it worth it? Keeping your breath?
Or you’ll give up when that’s what you get?
I’m not here to tell right from wrong;
We are all dancing to that same song.
I do agree it’s all a mess..
It will all end the same, nevertheless.
Can a little wait hurt?
After the clouds are gone
and the sun is out,
you’ll see that the wind,
it was worth after all that pound.