The wind that blows between us
The wind that blows between us can be illusion; can be a light The home that either is not there or is. The whole world hangs in the balance of a simple coin toss: whether the light flicks on or off whether the walls are black or white Oh, the vision passes over me in the electrocuting air – I've never met you I am driven to my inner edge at your despair – You are a voice that's in my heart – more and more each moment we join through to thought – it isn't real, this dream holding hands floating down the riverstream – The wind brings the world in a basket of chocolate fruit – you never know where's the worm, the snake is companion evermore – I will not cry or scream but keep still and learn – I know this life it never ...