Variables and differences.

His feet are cold, The conscious folds.
Curtains sway, minds are gay.
You can't talk sleep off, or walk the dreamy haze.
Make a difference in the shadows and your silly ways.


Motionless, emotionless, under the summer breeze.
The winter was just the same, the same old shaky knees.
Waning and wizened, like olden times of snow.
Mature and young, ending of summer glow. 


Fidelity and the gruesome acts of pain and sorted seams.
Let me see through the scars, the rot of what you bleed.
And I will fix it with a quiver and a gentle touch.
Or watch you die under my feet, with not a silly nudge.


A comma, as you believe, is all I've become.
I just put a pause in you, and let your thoughts succumb.
Prominent and permanent, with imprints in your eyes.
Wondering if its still me, save the bigger lies. 


Differ your thoughts from me and watch the difference flow.
Work on it to end up, back in the days of snow. 
After years of a returning phase, as a child I wouldn't dream.
Of leaping back, where I began. I start to cut the seams.