Tied to the Sunset - Artifex Pereo

Yet again

Approaches that time of year

When the quiet meets the

Quiet meets the cold

They’ll shake hands and sit down

And sip on dejection reaped from the seeds

Sown by people like me

Sown by people like me

I follow, too closely, my own lead

They’ll see to it that rivers freeze

Just like our daily routines

Now, forced from living to surviving

We’ve never been so awake

Filled with smoke from the

Stacks of a city buried in haste

Concerned with ice sheeting the ways

To where we need to be

I’ll curse them up and down

Pacing in refuge

I built in the bosom of the warmth

But even she, too, shook her head

With the rhythm of

With the rhythm of my doom

Though I never see her go

I know just when she leaves

I’m kicking through her trail

Grinding bitter teeth

Chewing over how and why

Such slain brown stems from yellow;

From green

Though I never see her go

I know just when she leaves

Any hint of assurance

These stale days could bring

Passes by a hopeless, languid head

Too stubborn to lift and see

Ooh, Ooh

To see people like me

Who follow too closely their own lead

As she returns, again

This thought leaks from my thawing head

That her time away was rather brisk

More so than the previous.

And now

She’s found homes in climates she’s never been

The icicles that nailed my coffin of a bed

Melted long before I noticed I was free

To watch the plants bud from the dead

Oh, the parts of life we miss

When we’re self-condemned