Winter is a time of rain
of slush and sleet and minor pains
A time to sleep in waking steps
A time for love and hate in death
A time for moons and alcohol
A time for watching big and small
We wait and wait and wait some more
We wait until our fingers bore
Into our skulls to give relief
From wakefulness and dearth of sleep
Our eyes they watch the hidden clues
That tell of dark and restless news
A world that we will soon ignore
Though nothing comes from useless lore
The answers that we need to hear
Are kept from us by mangled ears
We see and see and see some more
We see what never was before
Until our eyes have left our skulls
We will not know how to unknow
And so the winter sets us down
Into the grave where we will drown
Pile up the sodden ground
Leave us in the lost and found
We will not dream forevermore
Nothing dreams that is no more
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