THE LAST SEASON
The fog parts
for the briefest of moments
Spring appears
then disappears as I reach for it
Leading me to doubt
I ever knew it
Summer, oh summer
superman I was
First love, invulnerable
first heartbreak
Never ending
but it did
Autumn, I know you
Working like a rabbit
On the run
in a race, chasing
Chasing, chasing
things that never mattered
Now, winter
in this forest of trees
All dead
Through the cold wind
I walk on
to my fate
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