To be alone with the thoughts I cherish while nostalgia plays the muse in my background
I could not possibly ask for anything else
But as the snow sticks I just have to sit there and ponder and ponder..
What if the memories disappear like snow when the sun is at its highest and the glistening turns unadorned. I ask the mouse who accompanies me in the corner of my room.“What happens when the muse runs out?”
“Where will my thoughts go?”
He said to me, “Who’s to say?.. But who’s to wonder! After all, we do have Forevermore to ponder.”