I’m just the wind
The hills and trees stay put
I’m blown through them
Like the unspoken word; I’m the potential,
What might have happened
Had the stars been aligned,
Had the moon been positioned right
Against the waters
I’m a bad dream
What could happen
Like the simmering pot, keep the lid on
The light shines through, but it’s looking pretty grey outside
I serve you, not me but you
This guy over here
The one with the straight spine
The smiling one
Heart in hand I’m bending over backwards
So I hit the wall too fast
I guess one might say I skipped a beat
I couldn’t slow down
Looking now, I position the truth
Don’t try to touch, you’ll hit the floor – hard
It’s all about boundaries you see
Couldn’t be you without me
-Ben
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Photography by Joao Jēsus
