Yet again approaches that time of year when the quiet meets the cold
They'll shake hands and sit down and sip on dejection reaped from the seeds
Sown by people like me, sown by people like me
I follow too closely my own lead
They'll see to it that rivers freeze just like our daily routines
Now, forced from living to surviving, we've never been so awake
Filled with smoke from the stacks of a city buried in haste
Concerned with ice sheeting the ways to where we need to be
I'll curse them up and down, pacing in refuge I built in the bosom of the warmth
But even she, too, shook her head with the rhythm of my doom
Though I never see her go, I know just when she leaves
I'm kicking through her trail, grinding bitter teeth
Chewing over how and why such slain brown stems from yellow, from green
Though I never see her go, I know just when she leaves
Any hint of assurance these stale days could bring
Passes by a hopeless, languid head too stubborn to lift and see
To see people like me, who follow too closely their own lead
As she returns, again, this thought leaks from my thawing head
That her time away was rather brisk, more so than the previous
And now she's found homes in climates she's never been
The icicles that nailed my coffin of a bed melted long before I noticed
I was free to watch the plants bud from the dead
Oh, the parts of life we miss when we're self-condemned
compositores: Jamie Davis,Cory Eaves,Jordan Haynes,Lucas Worley,Eugene Barker,Jeremiah Brinkworth
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