Staring over the vantage
To get a minor advantage
Watching dotted snow flakes

Stirs up my headaches
All the people have formed around bits of dust
They spend their lives being pushed around

By every single gust

All your life will go

Your Home won't be your home
The names will hang around
The words will slip and fall down


Mumbling over the sleet
The words cut across my cheeks

Moving farther takes me further
From the peace
Without a place my pace seems

Far from complete
The blank stares the steady looks
They move me to my feet