I've changed so much
in such a short amount of time
I'm winded...
Its' hard to build a city
on top of one that already existed.
The structures are not as sound...

Friends like the leaves,
dry up and fall away
The ice on the pavement
reminds of when I slipped
Reminds me I am not always on solid ground.

All is white-
yet it sheds no light
No answers, No reasons
"It is what it is."
Is what 'they' say when they've laid down
and gave up

Burnt wood aroma and gray clouds
Soul is cold and turns to shiver
Clearing a path for it to move
Waiting for Spring's new groove
Vacant tree hands stretch their arms
and point their fingers

Sometimes it makes me laugh,
The snow drifts and cold air
I can smile every now and then,
when thinking of fate, and when I win
Sitting on top of the hills I had to climb
Like the pond,
My feelings frozen in time.............

Chad Repko 2010