Certain winds twist us broke, in disagreement, fact’s a joke, even when we’re hardly hailed, we stand still and get nailed, how can we stand being jailed by words that carry no weight? If we let it corrode our sails, we’re trapped in a fixed fight that strap us into angry tights. If a leg doesn’t agree, another doesn’t believe, we won’t wander into the respite raining wonder. How hard does it have to hail before we realize we’re nailed into a wallpaper with no mind? Gale wind, come to me and find me desperate to lift the sails that reach the respite I might always wanted but never knew existed before this grim tale of igneous wants began to sell.