The weather is cold.
The cold i can't control.
Days are short and the night is long.
The time has changed.
What is cold to a lifeless body.
To a body full of life the cold is told.
Chilled skin so deep my bones feel old.
Outside the trees are leafless branches
The love of the sun is gone no more romancing.
Time is passing when you hear your favorite song just start dancing.
If you have fake gold stop the flashing that shit is embarrassing,
stop the prancing.
The sun is out but the buildings are giving shade no sun light on my face so there's no need for shades.
I'm listening to sounds and the sounds start to fade as i walk my way up the block, I look up and the sky is grey.
Damn what a day i feel so out of place but that's another discussion, so i'ma keep going and continue the walking no more talking it's to cold for all this, i'm going home.
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