Follow Me

Misty mountains, claimed peaks

Snow fall nears,

Winters cry freezes, touching down

Blankets form, a rich cover

Fraught with beauty,

Ripped and burned.

street car rushes,

drifts and slides

sort the road,

mend the track

things that follow,

tend to come back.

Want to live, another way.

Trade you in, tare you down

Pick me apart, I let you down