It's just the season when the air drops far below bitter I've scanned for miles and miles and still it rains a haze of sliced light Tough Midwestern skin shields our weathered hearts for the time being And false hope fuels us like a machine Into a rhythmic dream, I've known, I've known Once we're full of life and literature, we'll find that we connect and I think that we'll long for so much more than we ever gave. Imaginative, intuitive, and so compa**ionately alone. I've scanned for miles and miles I've scanned for miles and miles and even though the air is frozen, I know you're right in front of me. In true Pisces fashion, I've faded from this