The chill of the night that could make you freeze brings peace to me with each breeze. All though the cold freezes me from head to toe, I know that wherever I go will be better than the place I was before. Like exiting a door or finishing a war I make my leap to the next platform that will keep me warm. Something different from the norm, something like a winter storm. Distract me with the noise so I don't have to here my voice say again and again that I can't win. That I can't defend against the curves and bends that ends up throwing me for a loop, so I eat the soup, just like everyone else. Hoping that maybe I can get free and see the night behind that door.
Locked down with both arms tied, I tried to ride the one legged horse but of course I fell at the sound of the bell because I'd rather be in Hell then sell out to the wellness of the crowd that stands in front of me. So I leave to see what I can see and be what I can be because to me, we can't be free if the sea is surrounding.
Always hounding and pounding, rounding up the players making us do favors, building up the layers, beating up the no sayers, defeating the hero slayers who fight up the mountain to stop the creature with fifty legs from knocking us all down. But stay sound and defend that monster to the end, because they told us they would.
Don't we know, that it doesn't take a hero to go up the mountain. It may be slow but, oh, is it possible.
It takes a night ride and some chilly air to get us there. A moment of peace, a grand release to hear that brief relief.
Maybe no one will understand. Maybe that's just planned, and maybe we shouldn't take a stand. Maybe everyone should just take a ride through the winter breeze. Maybe that's how the world will ease.
If we start small, and start the ball, all the pieces will fall, and everyone who saw would tell it all. And the stress will finally release its claw.
Yeah. Or maybe I just like riding through town at night. Maybe. I guess I don't know.
