What a day to be alive!
The snow is falling down in
Sheets of individual art pieces all part of the mosaic,
Students are flocking to class in a vain attempt at higher education,

Workers head to work
Night shifters head home to sleep
Bar goers are getting ready to wake
To a less pleasent morning.

Then theirs me
Eyes brimfull as I kneel surrounded by my own mosaic of a collapsing life