Predictions

I am going nowhere
But am I happy stagnant
I don't have high hopes for
Anything past winter

Summer months I spend them
Falling back on plans
Winter brings me back alive
I spring to action then

I can't read you anymore
I don't know where you're going
You've seen how weird things get around me
So I am surprised that you're sticking around



Credits
Writer(s): Freya
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