Winter breathes across the world
covering me in softness
changing pace to match the flow
of every forgotten promise
pacing through a million lines
rehearsed but never finished
hoping for the inspiration
of momentary brilliance
cannot these words come in pairs that form to your own meaning
hope that falls ever close to your misguided meaning
changes changes allways spinning
never steady allways moving
pushing past the lines I've drawn to bring
the phone calls final closing
