A slow march, a walk alone
filled with feelings as much as a stone,
a gush of wind, blocking my way,
determined they are, to make me stay
I sit down on a rock, watching them stop me..
they struggle to accept what has been down, they know i've been set free..
they weaken with each blow, but they continue to persist.
what is this alien concept, they fail to grasp it.
With a final blow they give it all they've got.
a punch, a shove, they've gone through the whole lot
and i still stand there, smiling and waiting..
what's taking them so long, what the hell are they breaking..
a concept that has nothing to do with the physical being..
its more to do the mind, to open ur eyes and look at what your seeing..
