don’t bite off more than you can chew,
don’t dance with the devil or tango with time,
love without reason like the pretty girl and her dime
ashes to dust, dust to ashes
when did all this burning happen
when did angels lose wings and spring turn to copper
spring is renewal when your wet hair doesn’t freeze into sharp icicles,
your fingers don’t constantly feel like they have frostbite,
and spring melts hearts with the melting snow that
sometimes is a shame to see go and spring is green with envy of the white snow’s purity yet loves the flowers with such unprecedented maturity
dry wood to flames, flames turn stale
how to keep calm when anger prevails scream how are you doing to branches on trees, its nice to meet you to the sun and the breeze
yell goodbye to the boys of the cold,
buried in snow under rooftops of gold.