What are we, but snowflakes?
Wandering in our waltz,
Wondering what will be wasted,
What will be won,
Willing to be the one
We let howling winds
Wisper into our ears
The song of eternal youth.
Careless, unique and absurd,
We float in the air
And make up the perfect storm
Of our generation.
One of the snowflakes gets caught
On somebody’s mitten.
Then, out of mere fun
They leisurely watch and see
A whole tiny world
Captured in works of ice
Disappear in seconds.
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