The beginning of an end of nothing

What brings me down makes me stronger, it’s almost like I prefer to live in sorrow. I feel so strong knocking you all down. I do, oh I do. Rising up, stronger for each and every time. So you can keep changing your directions after how the wind blows. I’ll just keep up doing what I do.
The past two years has given me a lead, either I’m standing on the top of the top or at the bottom of the bottom, I always have a cleared sight. I can see you and predict your next intentioned and unintentional move. I’m moving forward on my own, into something foreign but so familiar. Have I been here before?

I can’t put a word for it. It’s something very diffuse. I think they say “it is in the nature of things”.

In my nature of things.