My breath is steam
As it flows from my mouth
The freezing air all around me,
Mixed with the heat of my breath

I step in the snow
And it crunches underneath
And I feel bad,
When I feel the snows pain

My steps seem to fuel the snow,
Seems to help it grow.
As do the other steps of other people,
Yet can I only feel it?

I step on the road, to avoid the snow
But others still step on it
Do they know how I feel
When they do so?

They must think walking in the snow,
Is fun and amusing,
But it they stepped in the snow with my head,
Would they continue, or would they stop?

I question this, and find myself walking
Walking towards the snow again
It hurts, even the first step
But I know I'll never escape it

For the snow knows my heart and soul