Day in day out,
this useless routine still feels the same to me,
something has changed,

something feels differently.
I read somewhere a winter is coming,
so perhaps, the cold night air might freeze the tears on my cheeks.

I ain't the person that I used to be.
Cold nights make my mind think more soberly.


Season's changing, birds are flying away from me to a warmer place, overseas, with greener grass and blossom trees.
No, not me. I still enjoy my late night walks in my shirt at zero degrees.


Season's changing, I feel it in my bones.
I'm starting to feel whole again, but I will do this on my own.