the snow falls softly I try not to fall asleep the wind blows gently I try not to fall asleep
it's there when I'm alone it's there when I don't see catches me off-guard it brings me to my knees
in an indifferent gaze I fall crashing to the ground but of scrapes and scars and broken bones there's nothing to report
what is this thing I know is there? what are these things I hear? it taunts me with elusiveness yet sometimes seems so near you say the problem lies with me and maybe you know best but I can't shake off this feeling that the failing is in you
in an indifferent gaze I fall crashing to the ground but of scrapes and scars and broken bones there's nothing to report in an indefinite state of mind I find I'm crawling backwards waltzing out of messes that are of my own creation