I went out the front door - over My will, it comes - retold unto me "I will call him" I said, squinting I wilt, I can barely see over the Ringing; In my anxiety I reprieve, remembering how to breathe "I won't survive until I'm what I surmise" Is it me? Could it be I, dipped in hindsight, am Born - and despite it All - Once I'm sold I can't Go back and unlearn it All started to under Go and let go - I went Through valleys - onto peaks