When you close your eyes and the day goes by,
You think your heart is at peace but your soul is on fire,
Moving doesn't make sense in the thunder and rain,
Perhaps we should stay in until it's warm again.
People rush to work and rush back,
All at the same time, the same places, a cyclic mess,
We sit in the corner, observing the madness,
We cease to remember why not doing so makes us less.
It's not just romance that lives in within these walls,
It's not just the struggle nor the cold,
We will not rage against the twists of fate,
The battles are in the decisions that we ourselves make.
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