Let the winter come.
Broken branches, freeze.
These falling snowflakes, illustrate this new version of me.
Let the cold wind blow.
Flowing water, freeze.
This icy concrete, meet my boots and show me what I mean.
This season's no different.
I'm sleeping in.
For fear I wake dreaming -
For fear of what I might begin.
Let the sun slide down.
Let the moon rise up.
Let the days turn into weeks until the years have had enough.
Let the morning fade
with these things I've made.
Let my eyelids close and let my body parts decay.
This season's no different.
I'm still awake.
For fear I stay sleeping -
For fear of what I may or may not miss.
I don't care about the temperature.
Complaining won't make it change, so I guess I'll just accept what is.
I'll close my mouth and I'll close my eyes and I'll cross my heart and I'll hope to die, but while I'm still alive, I'll try my best to recognize what I can't change.
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