When the wind holds it breath, nothing gets in my face more than my frustrated agenda.
'Gotta get there in 8 days.'
'Gotta not spend money on fuel.'
'Gotta get home.'
Or is it C is for Chaos?
When the wind holds its breath, nothing gets in my face more than being tossed out of my order of doing-ness.
'Gotta do something.'
'Gotta learn something.'
'Gotta not waste my time.'
When the wind holds its breath, nothing gets more in my face than my fear of not doing.
Okay, C is for surrender
I guess it will be what it will be.
C. Cresswell
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