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gray wind
gray cold winds blow
autumn leaves tumble downward
while our
eyes dimly gaze

pleasant thoughts
of summer regress

chilled legs hard to move
trudge forward incessantly
will to resign the chore

meaningless patter of dreams unanswered
melancholy wisps of lint
from the depths of despairing pockets
lost days of innocence longing to be regained
in vain attempts to change the nature
of the beast we've become

pressing forward
pressing forward
others achievments
to attain while rotting
on our cold wooden chair
the wind still blowing

Published 1996
Across the Universe
pg 442