The weather dictates our mood
A blame game with little grasp on control
The muted silence of snow can slow our unhealthy pace
The cool nights breeze gets our rhythm back on it's way
Irritation brought on by, the sun is no escape
Wrapped up in a cavern created to push away
My insides can't shake this feeling, a grave distance
Create a flow of memories for minutes on end
To prepare for a world that escaped us
Do I spend this moment to attempt survival?