The winter dew amazes me
Can seem annoying to some
The cold wind hits your face,
To the quilts you race
In the foggy darkness
Your mind walks through thoughts,
Thoughts you’d rather run from
Humming along the lines of ignorance,
Truly happy to sing along.
But to me, this all sounds so wrong
For the freezing winds freeze all my minds dialogues.
The winter wonders are baffling,
For when I stand perplexed, the gust of wind wakes me up,
All my problems freeze,
It’s me that it frees.