Tuesday, April 12, 2016

The wind doesn't cut into me right now
I went for a walk and the wind was pushing and punching
Shoving me, trying to knock me over
It was screaming at me like it was angry with me
But it couldn't cut me
It's not a winter wind anymore
It's like the real anger, the real drive, went out of it
It's not what it could be, replaced with something
Almost just taunting
Kinda impotent
In the summer it will be sometimes hard to bike against
And it will make me tired
And when I walk it woll make my jacket or sweater or whatever incessantly blow in a contrary direction
And rip my headphones out of my ears
But it won't cut me
It won't cut me for months
So push and punch if it makes you feel better
You stupid, stupid wind

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