Different walks of life
Falling through time
Stumbling and crumbling
Humming the rhyme
Procastination seems to be my best friend
A human component-the lineage twig.
Yet, the rivers always flow
Creating mountains under snow
Like the summer without wonder
The story is always told.
Leaving residuals as a vigil
To the Shaman who's uncommon nature,
Nurtures wisdom with a wisper of his soul.
It's too cold to be alone
Frozen lovers never prone
To the dangers of depressions fury
Worries always hurry to the surly bonds of time.