Holy moly
It's blowing a hoolie
Wild, dark and grey
A wuthering day
The gale screams
through bended trees
Howls through wires
Loaded and bowed
The road
littered with branches
And stones from the moor
Rain in white sheets
Stinging my cheeks
Marching and wailing
A defeated ghost army
Danger screams at every gap
Blinds at every bend
Threatened and unbalanced
I lean into the wind
And it just keeps letting me go
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Follow
Hold on tight,
Control what you can control
Trust yourself, make a choice
You don't have to ride
Change your mind, if you want to
And walk.
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