The snow slides silently down the slope of the A-line roof melting as it goes.

I used to look up at the stars in… I counted them knowing well that i… an impossible task. The infinite number lured my atten… from the world of reality

Burn me with fury. Fighting. Resisting. Festering. Stir the ashes within me. Kindle the flames,

In the dying of the desolate dawn, I inhale one last breath of peace before the bell tolls on the hour of morning and day to day life begins.

Oh sliverous moon sitting in the sky tell me, tell me what to do! Do they know that I am missing? Do they know that I am gone?

I tip toe in between the drops of rain and skiff upon the puddles; yet, no matter how fast I scamper,

I can feel you slipping silently from me. First from touch. Then from sight. Then from mind.

Reign wash over the white picket fence squared around the American dream, titled property of the free.