My Season
The steps that we take
Carve into our lives.
The choices we make
Once always are tried.
We came from the dark
We came from the cold.
We learn what you teach
We do as we're told.
The morning breeze stirs
The thoughts of my mind.
Monotony fills my
Head with its chime.
And I don't feel scared
When I think about dying.
But this is my season
This is my time...
Copyright © Evan Wilcox | Year Posted 2015
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