I'm random, I'm lost and I'm a person.... I think.





       _ - +  ~ * This world is like snow. * ~ + - _



It may flitter around for awhile,

Glistening while kids make arms out of sticks,

But in the end it'll fall,

And be destroyed by pri- bad people.



You can make many things from it,

And for a while It'll stay,

Until someone runs over it,

Whilst yelling happily in their sleigh.



But no matter what we make of it,

No matter what we create,

It'll flutter and fall to the ground,

Where it'll meet it's fate.



So next time you wish for a white Christmas,

Or even just a snowy day,

Think of it as the world,

And how much it pays.



This world is like snow.

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 #deep