Snow Falls

Snow falls
And the children run to meet you
Where the street bends,
The hill binds,
And the houses shovel their drives.

Maybe in a year or two
I'll know better than now what to do.

The beat still goes on
And the mail still finds the box.
The cat still curiously sways
And the foxhole still holds the fox.

Up until now I have looked at my life whole
Finding myself in an awkward anticipation
As to what I should or should not be doing
In my actions and destinations;
However I have come to know this road
So paved in struggle and strife and now
I see that it is only a simple question
Of whether or not I choose to face my own life.

Snow falls,
The winter chills,
It locks me in my own mind.
It binds, it breaks,
It blows with the wind
That blows us through our time.
In the winter months we are stuck in doors
To reflect ourselves all the more.
As the snow keeps falling
The future is calling
And the wind moves me more and more,
And more and more.