The Snow’s Mourning Dirge

When it falls, it falls in silence,

When it lands, it lands in quiet,

Hush, let it fall, let it sing the mourning dirge of fall,

Hush, let it sink, let the silence reverberate,

Quiet now, the silence sings a solemn lament,

Quiet now, the season changes, the frost sinks it’s greedy tendrils in the soil,

Slumber, the world says,

Slumber, the trees echo,

Sleep till spring, when the world begins anew,

Sleep till spring, or sleep forever more.

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High Ramblings about Dreams

Honestly, my dreams aren’t very practical. What I want to do doesn’t realistically relate to what I can do. But I’m young. So I have time to pursue my dreams. I don’t have to worry about settling just yet. I have time. But one day I’ll probably have to settle. And hopefully, I can do it. I just don’t want to be caught in that rat race. I want to make my dreams come true. I want to be that one in a million who succeeds because I try my hardest. I want to be a success story, to show other people that u can succeed no matter what life throws at you. I want to be…but I know realistically, I won’t make it. I’ll fail, over and over again. I just hope I settle in time not to waste my life. And if I don’t, or if I get trapped in that god awful 9-5 routine, I think I’ll say hello to death and accompany him to the next realm.

 

-High Ramblings of a Stoner