You are what you always will

To see the world for what it is
To dwell in it’s shadow
To suck up to it’s honey bits
That linger from it’s eyebrows

To seek the pleasure and the pain
The joy and the sorrow
Makes you both alive and dead
With no hope for tomorrow

There is zero time and I
Know for sure the thread that’s going
From the outside to inside
Raising winter flowers blowing

When the hot becomes too cold
When the wrath becomes a chill
You will find yourself again
You are what you always will.