I'm waiting for a reasonable snow at home. I'm waiting for the wind to cease its blow this evening. I'm waiting for what I can never have. I'm waiting for a reasonable snow at home.
This stuff just piles up on my window sill, and never seems as if it's ever gonna go away. I wonder whether everyone gets this much, or if I'll ever get to go outside and play.
I'm counting all the pictures on my wall at home. I'm counting down the minutes until spring next year, again. I'm listing all the ways I'm grateful, try not ever to be hateful. I'm counting all the pictures on my wall.
This stuff just piles up on my window sill, and never seems as if it's ever gonna go away. I wonder whether everyone gets this much, or if I'll ever get to go outside and play.
Sometimes it helps to remember that time isn't moving more slowly for me than the rest of the world. Wonder if anyone feels like that. Maybe I'll go outside, make something out of the snow, like a snowman.