A Sudden Gust

And though I couldn't see Repetition of a vision Came to me in a dream How the mind can make you guess! Traded losses for a new mess And if I could've turned my head When I spat out the window, ah! -- Would I have felt the wind? Though we kept driving on In the car towards the reservoir, my Mind conjured up the Bridge Each side looked like the other one I couldn't tell where I had come from! But it made no difference -- Getting through meant Returning, back to you Healing is a battle in the Between the approaches of Obsessive preservation and the Brittle separation from All pleasures doubling as the Source of our fear and pain So sometimes, propelling Through these minor destructions Kind of feels like Healing is a battle in the Between the approaches of Obsessive preservation and the Brittle separation from All the pleasures doubling as the Source of our fear and pain So sometimes, propelling Through these minor destructions Kind of feels like A mistake So, I began to walk And soon discovered I had recovered Steps I'd already made And the bridge let me advance In the offering of a new chance And should I feel fucked up when I Still expect? When I let it in? It scares me to begin But if I don't trust again Could I ever face the wind?