I feel that wind blowin' in wrong direction,
You glare me off, tuck your envy,
Pull my legs, claim it jest,
Laugh it off.
Your winds got me frozen,
Yet my chills rich in rhythm,
My voice rich in strength,
Cross the rules you built,
Pierce the fences you put up,
In my infinite universe.
You're blissed out,
As my flaws are spilled,
May you stitch a net from it,
Oh teacher,
Who is too bad at estimations,
At love,
Who is blinded by mirrors,
Deafened by your voice,
I will shout it loud,
In a perfect ti-pitch,
with a quivering deep inner voice.