Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
Rise and wake with the
morning frost. Stumble round
the money tree.
Stare and groan, sigh a fog
of breath into the empty air
grovel for riches
Hobble 'til streams of ice
rub your bones. Embrace
hypothermic dreams
Life is a barren field
frozen with snow
Where we wander and die,
crippled by blind cold pride
and fear of mediocrity
Frozen with snow
Rise and wake with the
morning frost. Stumble round
the money tree.
Stare and groan, sigh a fog
of breath into the empty air
grovel for riches
Hobble 'til streams of ice
rub your bones. Embrace
hypothermic dreams
Life is a barren field
frozen with snow
Where we wander and die,
crippled by blind cold pride
and fear of mediocrity
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