Falling Flakes

Where we will fall we do not know
Thought a part of some greater show
Pure flakes soon much to be ashamed
Forbidden start of Winter's snow

Collected for war Winter's game
Flakes apart still thought the same
Is it the wind that carries us
Or path of flakes, flakes to blame

The wind forges one final gust
With a start finale a must
The finish line which no one wins
Like those before me part of dust

Thoughts of purpose when we begin
Thoughts of purpose after descend