It is as simple as the snow melting off the ground
The snowflake that fell
It is gone
The next winter will not bring the same one
Nor the same snow
Nor the same story
But it will fall and be perceived as
Just another snowfall
And as we fall into life and lie on this earth and we wait for the day we melt away
It will never be the same but will never be perceived as different
Just another life ended
But that is how it is
The stories may say your name and you may be remembered
It was a cold day in the capital regional district today, as ten centimeters of snow fell
But in the end the world will continue as if you were never here
Isn’t that odd
That everything mirrors everything else
We just so happen to be also alive
But the criteria are not all right
But who could care?
The snow is melting
I still have no where to go
I liked it better when I couldn’t go,
Because it meant I wasn’t missing anything.
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