It was not particularly my intention To start writing with so much pretention But with every blink I fight Wrong starts to become right Computers clicking like bike chains Shift my attention to dark stains In my vision, I see Nothing particularly. I’m on the ground, I’m on a ridge Sloping gently to a bridge But I walk straight, with the wind I couldn’t see, but it just grinned It smiled a smile, wide and big It pushed me like a gentle pig. Down the path it pushed me more, The wind a wave and me a shore It swallowed me and rumbled low Pulling forward with me in tow. I feel lost, I feel drowned, So I fight and turn around It hits me like a hurricane Wind becomes cold and cold becomes pain I feel strong, I feel power I walk, and we are one We, we, we, we become, One.