Cold Truth

Time, precious little thing that we don't value

But, it's not something made by ourselves?

So, if we don't value at all, that means we don't value ourselves, ain't that right?

In a town, somewhere you may know, or that is completely unknown to all

Is told about sudden snowstorms, that engulfs the mind, and freezes your existence

Interesting ain't it? Not at all, specially if you know what lies inside it

Want to know?
I think it's possible, let me show you, by the eyes of someone who may be, the only one who left that insanity