Be The Wind

Was it the stab or the cut? The heat or the fire? Collaborating with the universal will instead of your own. Those metaphorical cuffs cutting past the flesh and into the bone. Contrast: settle versus a whole other level. Machinations maturing, you have no master, no malevolent mistress taking away options as seconds tick closer as time passes by.
Be the the word wear the crown. Own life instead of the other way around. There is no ground, the earth isn't round, we're just a series of vibrations. Manifestations of will in a universe of the willing. Being here versus not. Be the wind don't let the force of it beat you.