It’s not raining or snowing,
Still the leaves are not growing,
The air is crisp in an uncomfortable way,
But where we live, it’s just a normal day.
The sidewalks are sleek with ice,
The sun shines down, which is nice,
It’s a Wednesday, so just a dull day,
where we force ourselves to walk and say,
what it is we are supposed to,
doing what we ought to do,
It’s a passive day, we’re not really here,
no one would notice if you disappear.