Winds Have Left Their Mark

Flushed
the winds have left their mark
capillaries killed under
undue constraint
 
a saint you say, I ain't
 
I only know what I know,  
I only see what I see  
I know only what I like  
and what I don't, I set free  
 
life so simple  
but oh so complex
 
I flex and I fail
I get up and I fail again
 
life moves and I can't wait
so I turn my back
on the wind
open wide, I spread
my heart
and let it all in