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The cold makes me think

Things become clear to me

I want to wander

but it's too cold

It's biting at my ears, my nose

and I'm wondering why I'm here?

I think people are walking by me and not realizing it

Going through the motions of everyday

It's so old, and the same

Days run into each other

I run right back into them

Why am I here?

Why are you not?

What am I trying to do?

Only the next day

as I walk in the cold

do I realize

and things are biting

Clear