to end to begin again

when i stopped fighting it
i stopped giving
my energy to it

i think i did what i had to do
and wind came, bracing cold
to blow the haze away
forcing me to find my way
elsewhere for some warmth

but when it came
the cold was refreshing
piercing through
the dreamy delirium
that had been my refuge
and my jail

so this is how it feels
to fail
and yet win
in the end

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A Clarification

It’s not about you (whoever you may turn out to be- it could even be me)

Yes, I could be you, being you could become me,
if we could stay true to our need to be free

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