Down in the tropics winters have never been cold
Not even the whispers
I’ll suit up this year trading forests for piers, seeking snow
Against the will of my bones
Reverse migration, feathers adorn my sweet home
Returning the favors
The plans have been tailored and the glass has been cleaned once more
With fire burning my bones
Fallen leaves adorn this trail to mystery
Quiet streams still running to my mouth
Is it something I’m not that I’m afraid to find out
But my mind misses change, change to something I’m not
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