Damn this weather
and damn this season.
What are you up to these days?
and how is the new job?
but no one really cares.
Its holiday small talk
while we drink our beers
a little faster.
We try to warm up by the fire,
and bundle up in nerves.

Family time,
time for friends,
and time for yourself
if there ever was such a thing.

Wouldn't it be nice if there was no one to disappoint?
If all these expectations and innuendos
weren't buried beneath a surface clear as glass.
We could live the lives we wanted,
and chase the dreams that haunt us.
With nobody there to mention,
that there's not a snowballs chance in hell.
I'm not so sure,
it looks like snow outside to me.
Last edited by bluesybilly at Dec 8, 2014,