T snowed on the first day of December
The greyest of landscapes tempted for a while
We exist, running out of words so quickly
Every consequence cascading in our minds
I find it all so easy now to explain
I sympathise silently with those around me
I pay respect to history, a beacon of mortality
A chance for us to state our case then move on
A chance for us to take a last curtain call
A chance for us to lay a wreath at the tomb of eternity
"To new life in a better place and time"
"To happiness," he toasted with a bitter smile
Regret, with the field of reeds awaiting
What tomorrow holds won't matter in a while