December mornings
I've been counting down the days
'Til I can feel the cold
'Til I can feel awake
And I've been thinking
Is this yearning just me?
Or is it universal?
When does the longing cease?
I don't know
Why do I hate what I have?
Why do I want what I don't?
It's such a vicious cycle
Does it make us less alone?
To always talk the weather
To always wait until it's warm
It's hard to smell the roses
When your breath is visible
Tempest tossed
My eyes are on the sparrow
And just as I'm reminded
They're flying home for winter
Are we one in the same?
In pursuit of moving on
Is this just a mechanism?
Or is it who we are?
Early riser
I'm up before the dawn
Is this ambition
Or is this a lack thereof?
And I've been running
From the sun under which I toil
Is this the way it always is?
Or just the way that I've been told?
Tempest tossed
My eyes are on the sparrow
And just as I'm reminded
They're flying home for winter
Are we one in the same?
In pursuit of moving on
Is this just a mechanism?
Or is it who we are?