Musings on a cold night
Got my fists stowed in my pocket Protecting myself from the wintery cold My shoulders creak from their sockets The weight of the winter is more than I can hold Got a jacket on to keep my chest warm But what about the heart that's underneath it I know that I'm not alone as I see the night washed by the dawn The moon stares back at the sun that lit it Though the night may be washed by the moon I never looked up to find that out I am simply lost in my own tunes And my mind, in it's own doubts I keep walking on these paths of rubble My feet are caught in their own race My eyes look for a winner in these doubles In the hope that I don't meet a familiar face And my ears, they strain for a familiar sound A song that I heard, but one I never listened to In the hopes that my words come around And fix themselves in a new rhyme or two But like the road in front of me My thoughts, they keep moving in circles They try to put in word