Never thought it would come easy. Slow as turning soil. That? s the only way to reach me that much I am sure of. Bring it to a boil. Just take your time thoroughly. Let the seasons be the air you. Breathe in and out. Patiently. Wait for spring? s returning. Try not to think too far ahead. The pendulum swings soon enough. We could stay on this side instead. But we wanna make it rough. There were times I thought I? d get there. I know you thought so too. The days have bled together. Now anyway will do. If you? re looking I might have it. But you have to look to see. The image you have of me. Is what I? d like to be. I was so good at pretending. And denying when things bothered me. So shut the front door I? ll. Kick in the back. Metaphorically I? m hoping. Try not to think too far ahead. The pendulum swings soon enough. We could stay on this side instead. But we wanna make it rough. Make it rough? til they put you in the handcuff. Seeking out minds that are not yet corrupt. Woi-oh woi-oh and away you go. I? m a go on til the god damn juice gone. Far enough into the journey to feel the satisfaction yes. Action speaking louder than bombs. We just go on and on on and on on and on and on. Try not to think too far ahead. The pendulum swings soon enough. We could stay on this side instead. But we wanna make it rough