Stale

Artic winds cool and instill me again
Yet warm the blood beneath the skin
The stale tobacco tastes fresh again
the smoke circles made by the procession of hens

I find solace in the overcast sky
I find myself remebering those old dreams

I once let die

Pushing forward with my worn soles
still wearing on the asphalt
still warm from summers sun
still have me starting at my soles

It comes again and nothing has changed
It comes again and only i have changed

New dreams come again