Fat snowflakes tumbling down
05/09 2020
Fat snowflakes tumbling down
Troubling news, tomorrow will come
Yet, the possibilities seem so endless now
Why and how o I want it to end?
A place that I've never been to before
Still seems like home
The rhythm of ancient drums
hollow against my response to even slight pain
Does it matter that playgrounds full of rust
Gather outside your door
Does it matter that we've never met before
Your mother certainly seems to think so
Now the sun is setting
perhaps the snowflakes are more beautiful
in this way - maybe
I shall never be alone