Winter is curling it’s toes in anticipation And I’m covering my eyes These days I have been hiding at home I have shut all the curtains Offering a sneaky gaze at the sunsets before returning to my place on the floor There is an emptiness in growth that is indescribable There is a sadness in leaving things behind I am right in the middle of success and being 20 years old stumbling home from the bar And as I watch all the plants die outside Through the window I can see what looks like me Just older Continuing down this path in the winters darkness This season is painful and I’m supposed to grateful But aging feels a lot like waiting for the snow to fall and burry me too