Scents of newsprint and coffee fill the street
Horns and footsteps fuel the beat
The slush of the snow through the tires
As the beautiful white crystal expires
The gray of early morning snow fall
Makes me forget I exist at all
As the sights of lights and reflections
Tempt me to take alternate directions
I press on in the normal mode
Everything seems the same as I forebode
As I arrive at my destination
I unlayer without hesitation
As my wintery voyage has come to an end
Just to do this all over tomorrow, and again.
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