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The west wind that is blowing bringing with it deep dissent,
madness swirls like broken leaves of last year’s failed intent,
murky skies incite with guilt by claiming it’s my fault,
edginess is driving me, compels me to revolt.
Spurs me to an epic flight that’s led by instinct’s rules,
distance overrides all need, away from dying fools,
racing down deserted roads in recklessness innate,
I don’t want to live in this, if this’s to be my fate.