there are moments where I can tell when I will break down
if life was a maze I couldn’t count all the routes
but that is when I stare outside as the seasons change, searching for reasons There is one thing that stays the same; the street lamp
adorned with snow in the winter
I love the pure snow but I am considered a sinner
my parents are angered with me constantly when I say I’m not religious, I respect religion
I just don’t believe in it and that was my decision
the snowflakes fall and they fall harder
I feel my mind too except it’s getting farther
let the cold air rush in your face
it’s the only time I don’t hesitate
lie in the snow where I’ll be buried too
Winters my favorite season cause it is as harsh as you
the street lamp still turns on at the stroke of night
Even in spring there are flowers growing on its side
spring is essential cause it shows me I too can bloom
I can grow as I learn, wilt when I sulk, rise again as long as I have a little bit of hope planted in some small room
the sun gives me warmth every spring I feel like I’ve never received
nature gets prettier in the spring, more than you’ve perceived
more so every spring I’ll never get over those blue skies
they are the same shade as your eyes
in the summer street lamp you are still on
singing your same sweet old song
I hate summer for many things
its too hot and I can’t take the heat it stings
I’ve already been burnt in the kitchen
all I want is a popsicle while all the other people my age plan on ditching
in the fall it is my second favorite
the month I was born every time it rolls around it’s so savoring
the leaves change their color
like I change my age and my ways every year
the more I stare at the orange, reds and yellows falling on the ground close to the street lamp
the more I believe that I can and can’t
Yet there is the street lamp
Right as peace is in my grasp