There is no point in looking back
The rush of wind… will soon attack
And press your spirit to the ground
Steel your heart and keep you bound.
In among your favorite friends
You are caught… they’re looking in
Talking through a plated glass
They hope to touch your casual class.
You aren’t for sale, but that’s a shame
Your quiet reason helps to flame
The pending deluge… skies that warn
Of your quiet perfect thunderstorm
