SEASONS

It isn't like me to stay the same
I've never been good at making a change
To cry in the night
To make a sign that I'm here
To bring burden to demons
To fly away cold

The seasons are weeping softly
The protest remains impending
While the seasons are crying for change
An endless priority road
Never swerving to miss a day
Never so crucial and caught in a frame

Seen the formality
Broken the dream
Shamed into facing
A miserly me
Giving nothing away
Some say knowledge is free
If you're in my society there is a price to pay
You won't be told until until you give yourself away

A new day, first of new season
the screams for alternate highways
Become sharper
Harder to ignore all the pin
As the snow build up outside
I can shovel the blame onto you

Forgetting the past and the weather remains
So cold and so daunting, so the future enslaves
All of the saesons lie dormant alone
While one newseason
Must reign every day

I'll stay her alone
So all-knowing, a fool
While I wait on the seasons
To shift in their form


14/12/98