Is the sun setting faster in summer
Or am I just sinking below the horizon
Sinking into a metal
The color of wine
The viscosity of syrup
The taste of an iron fist
The scent of regret

Are the days going faster in autumn
Or am I just falling away from time
Falling into a space
That looks like a grave
That feels like an abyss
That tastes like tears
That smells like a storm

Do the winds die faster in winter
Or am I just fading far from the tempest
Fading into a pain
So twisted and rotten
So dreadful and thick
So bitter and distasteful
So putrid and stale

Why should love end faster in spring
Or am I just descending away from reality
Descending into an obscurity
Of light and darkness
Of heat and chill
Of sweet and sour
Of pleasant and horrid

Every solstice and equinox is like a new hurdle