As the wind comes and as the wind goes
So do we blow our air of opinion
Stuck in mud, through haze of great age
shows us only what we’re young enough to know.
Oh Please if only to feed my desire, don’t go.
Don’t flee, don’t run or be scared.
We are nothing but a heartbeat with veins like yours.
Nothing too dark nor too pure.
Connections contest as our only cure.
Confession of digression do not need.
