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The Cold Makes Me Think
The cold makes me think
Things become clear to me
I want to wander
but it's too cold
It's biting at my ears, my nose
and I'm wondering why I'm here?
I think people are walking by me and not realizing it
Going through the motions of everyday
It's so old, and the same
Days run into each other
I run right back into them
Why am I here?
Why are you not?
What am I trying to do?
Only the next day
as I walk in the cold
do I realize
and things are biting
Clear
i really like this one jacque, i have similar stuff going on during this god-awful weather. i think you captured it well.