I look north
And the music flows
Like the liquor
On fire
In the night with clouds
It’s orange
That reflects the mountain cities light
And it snows
The music brings my feeling
Of sweet bitter
I love it
Oh I love it
The same that brings revolutions started
With bandannas
And a bottle
And a flaming bottle with
A rag from life’s times
The same that lets me muse
On thoughts of love and
Lets me pretend that the still
Soft snow that falls
Will always be there
And I pretend I’m drunk
That I am a poor soul
That can cry because I’ve earned it
I pretend I will become drastic
And with a trigger
Or noose
Or drug
I will let the snow hold my still
And tear stained decision
Beneath and abused old tree
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