Seasons Are Never the Same

Seasons are never the same.
I walk the indelible line of sanity and insanity.
Where only the warmth of frustration and emptiness are there
to light a fire in the Winter.
A detached outcast that was once part of this world.
They have no where to Spring to.
Where do they go?
Smiles that come and go like footprints left in the sand.
A Summer breeze of memories.
From warm to cold it quickly changes.
Leaves begin to Fall withering away like the sounds of voices.
Like a tree I still stand amongst this chaos of seasons we call

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