the fear of drifting is in giving up control we don’t really have
you’re not wasting time if you are doing something that your soul requires
a coating of snow treats everything equally giving it beauty
we’ve been programmed for instant gratification the planet has not
doing what it does time will easily cover what someone forgets
nothing says winter quite like the stoic reaching of snow-laden boughs
once, the path was clear but now it will take hard work to find it again
as winter clamps down the frost sees an opening freezing windows shut
like a siren’s song winter’s beauty entices with hidden dangers
in my waking dream the stress of reality can’t get past the trees
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