In the wintry mist we lay,
Hoping forvever we could stay,
Young and fresh with our dreams on display,
And wish these despondent worries away.
In the spring scent did we flourish,
With the truth and tests that never tarnish.
Wondering whether the love and joy were just a varnish,
To the cooperate ghouls that fed on our souls to nourish.
In the summer haze did we burn.
Scorched of faith that may never return,
With our emotions stuck in the broken urn,
Of lost opinions we didn’t earn.
In the autumn noise did we joke,
About the thoughts and hearts we broke,
And the migration of sincerity did evoke,
Unrest to the life altering decisions we awoke.