Winter days


Rich gray skies

sing faint lullabies

make me close my eyes

and taste the white snow

Tortured souls lie

my ambitions start to die

years pass me by

These winter days are real

Flakes fall and feel

Days continue to reel

The corporation makes a deal

where are you now?

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