I think I finally know
Maybe I figured it all out
I know how I feel
But rather disappointing
I’m like an artistic Arctic
And a dangling compass
// North
or rather
South \\
I’m like a echo and the wind will guide
Back before I ever went a side
I’m either pressed of pulled fluent
The constant tension to absorb movement
I’m either yours
maybe mine
-
Maybe both is just fine
