Winter Sights

Snow falls in my life to rhythms I don't understand

I'm marching off the vibrational beats

All limited by a different world in the sand

The truth may hurt in the light

The maker will manifest in the fight

Ceasing all the lies we keep

Time for quiet

After we pour out what we weep

Closed lids of dreams in caskets

Morning comes when we remove artificial glasses

Even when we know what's true

We run to the fear while holding onto the blue

The sky is the reality of the dying

When we lose track we distract the world of the liars

Winter has finally made its exit

You'll never make time to second guess it.



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