On days like this the sun may calmly shine
But it's a lie, because the snow is coming
Much like the quiet that I, by design,
Spread over lazy days to hide the humming
Of future plans turned over in my mind.
I always think ahead, even when I
Should really have slowed down and kept behind;
Like the false impression from the sky,
It's natural, and natural to hide.
Snowfall comes on warmer, open days,
Just as my plans must gestate deep inside
On lazy ones, in a pretended haze.
The best ideas I have will come and go
In sudden showers like an unwarned snow.
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