A grey, cold morning, one of many, so familiar,
And I think about walking away,
Just for a while, into the snow, this dreaded snow,
So deceiving in its purity, so white and clean,
Then suffocating, like a blanket of death.
I crush it under my feet, I just need to walk,
The freezing air cuts my skin,
Just for a while, I get used to it, I push forward,
Away from where I was, only away,
With nobody to show me a destination.
I know that old lake, deep and dark, so familiar,
That soft, black water, that invites me to swim,
Just for a while, it is frozen and covered,
But I hear it under that blanket, calling me home.
Just for a while. Just for a while.
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