Emptiness On Fumes

sometime in winter i must choose hibernation wanna sleep the rest of my life away i am stuck at this dead end to the point where choice is an inanimate object out of fashion blue snowflakes fall i must choose separation wanna hide the rest of my life in the broken elevator of life i am trapped in this bottomless pit of icky, sweat soaked sewage somehow at the county line of spring solstice i must choose reawakening wanna refuel my jet engine wings and uselessly sightsee my life till death i am forever connected to this shiftless symbolism usually avoided by both man and beast alike