Rusty Paper Clips.

Sucking the blood out of the cold, today is a villain.

We see him make his way towards us, shuffling.

The air is crisp, it crunches like almonds on a gloomy day.

Sidewalks that appear upside, and men with two noses.

The day shall be conquered by him and I.

Between our eyes and our mind we’ve seen the stories,

We know the tales. Nothing here can stop us,

And we can’t go back now. So make sure

The barn light is on for our three am snack.

Don’t worry about the past, only trek forward.

Only move fast.