Of faltering windmills and warriors from my sister:
Perhaps I did miss the occasional twitter
Of a bluebird, as I have been bitter
For the past eight yearsA person of endless wisdom had said
You don’t really die kid, until you drop dead
And I have decided to changeShit will always wash in with the tide
Whether you take life with shame or with pride
Matters only to youThe banks are polluted? Dear friend, do not bother.
At least you can say that you still have water
See the thousands thirstingSetting out anew to lose or to win
Learn not to fight the self deep within
Let the windmills come…
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