Come Hell Or High Water
This letter is a cognitive dissonance confession.
Which is better: Seeing the sun peeking out from thunder clouds?
Being happy to trust in such a quick fashion
That rain will eventually come after a drought?
I’m not concerned with your reaction,
You’ve grown accustomed to my runaway trains of thought,
‘Cause it’s an involuntary cerebral attraction,
To anything that’s currently as it is not.
Composed of comparable passions,
Changing weather patterns call for undivided contemplation,
And it seems like this is only gaining traction,
So why not follow where the wind takes one?
I’m blest by the tempest, content with the calm,
Come hell or high water, are you coming along?