First Frost
"I have been one acquainted with the night"
it spoke to my experience exponentially
and to my future so prophetically
it troubled me to feel that it felt so right
But on that same night I found a piece of peace
I found myself "Stopping by Woods on Snowy Evening"
I'm not sure any exhale has ever brought such release
and I'm not sure I've ever felt anything as freeing
The two of them together were like "Fire and Ice"
a strange dichotomy bisecting my life
perfectly framing me in a flawed nutshell
two paths diverged in a wood...but both lead to hell
"The Road Not Taken" was me blazing my own way
like a bullet grazing society on a course I'd never stay
but I'll never ever forget the desert of being lost
and I'll forever recall...when I found my first Frost
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