Monday, December 29, 2008

The Ice Cometh

My feet are numb
And today, I don't care
This ice cracks beneath me
As I test its stability
"Can you hold my weight!?"
It cannot
But fortunate to me, it is only the ice on the grass
The lake is the future

Wind whipping a smiling face
Hands grip the chain of the swing
Lost feeling in those an hour ago
But my face will never go
Muscles being warmed with every syllable

Ice will makes boys out of men

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