Unhindered

I don't argue my fate or resigned intentions, The direction of swirls sometimes encounters a gale... These times are lost in a God's sense of seasons redacted in his loosening grip... I cringe when standing seems sensible, screams that saw distance in horizons now see it in space... I raze effortlessly now what you see, my vision encounters yours and fumbles a perfect two... I notice you, but simply revert to an unhindered me