"Winds" from 22.04.16

When troubled winds blow
You grow together
You lean
You learn to rely on them when your hands are tied.

Until the wind stops
And you're ripped apart
And you're alone again
And you're tossed back to that which feels so familiar but so foreign.

Then come the breakdown
Stuff is thrown around
Stuff is in your way
Stuff begins to take you further from what you've known.

Pulling together becomes more difficult.
In your way is distance
In your way is time
In your way is everything that the wind blew away.

So you learn to do it alone
Pick yourself up
Pick your things up
Put yourself back on the road to something.