In the middle of December
When the snow falls white
And crisp
On the pavement
Of New York City
I can see a future
Bright and clear
But the needles of
Fear
Play in my ear
So everyday I take
With great gratitude
To the city in December
The city I remember
A nibble left
In the time
I have
To say
That what is given
Is best rather
Than taken away
From the eyes of the people
So see your own light
In the world we know
Today
The moments
Of regret
Lend
Themselves
To the right
Types of lies
So hold on tight
To the contrition
In your soul
Boiling over
Right in front of you
The water falls
Through the bubbles
Down to
The ground
And displaces the words
That are coming from my
Mind
Every day
Every time
Bitter times
Or better times
All the time
If any time
Is good on this earth
So I take
A moment
To reflect
On the gift of life
For this time
Is the only time
We have
Until the day
When all pain
Is gone
From the bones
Of the those
Walking the earth
That is the day
When evil has
Left us alone
In our own human
Role
On this earth
We must resist
The fear of falling
Into the darkness
And rise up
To the day
Earthflax
In the old house
In the room
Where I heard your voice
Say
That we should leave
A time
Unlike to day
The earthflax
Was the owner
Was the way
Tither to what end
What is the purpose of
Debts over and over
Again and again
What is the gain
In a day given
Away
The hope of protections
Is the idea of those
Who take away a day
From
All of us
In the can
Of being human
Take to the higher ground
When the world is falling down
No need to
Distress
What is already a mess
So they eyes are
Open
Focused
On a vanguard
Coming
From the distance
We can save ourselves
But only if we listen
An unknown hope
Is relative
To the eye that
Perceives
So know when you leave
On a long journey
What is key
Is the way
Large or small
That can make
Possible
The day
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