It's so wonderful when you realize
it's the winter closing in,
but the cycle never ends
it keeps rolling along the highway
like a big bus to the moon.
Summer to spring.
Spring to fall.
Fall to Winter,
and you still don't have a friend.
The wind keeps rolling
like an old film reel does,
with no credits to tell you
to get up and exit the theatre,
without knowing the names of the people
who made the life you watched up on the screen,
but you were there.
So you stay.
Last edited by FreeManson15 at May 7, 2008,