Look straight ahead
Through the wind that you fight
Though it pushes back hard
Its figure is light
You can keep walking on
Though it wants you to turn
To stay where you are
And let the time burn
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Look straight ahead
Through the wind that you fight
Though it pushes back hard
Its figure is light
You can keep walking on
Though it wants you to turn
To stay where you are
And let the time burn