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Speeding Against The Wind
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English Pieces Standing infront of a wall, I remembered,
I had chosen not to hit that steel,
I had thought a long time ago
that admiring the structure was enough...
It was high enough, higher than my eyes could climb..
Could be the armor, but could be the mask
over the fear.
And now I speed against the wind, for one valid reason,
because I had broken through a curtain wall...
So what now?
How about glass?
How about wounds that turn invisible to the eyes?
How about perfect smiles?
How about racing with the questions that are asked
with no answers but the glittery glass?
How about speeding beyond the wind?
How about aiming for balance
inside the sea?
I had stood long ago, before a wall of steel,
and said I was not going to hit walls,
but things aren't always what they seem,
walls do not make "home",
seeing does not mean "free",
hearing does not make "peace",
and speeding against the wind won't fly wings.
