But the snow melts and the rhythm still goes on.

There is something poetic about being alone on a cold winters night.
There is something about winter that makes me crave comfort, familiarity.

I finally have my life in order so why don't I feel like I'm in control?

I shouldn't complain. This is what I wanted after all. The things I do to myself to try and keep my sanity. I just wish there was some way of combining the best of both worlds. Or should I say the best of both provinces. I feel like I took about 5 steps back this past week. I'm at the finish line in some ways, back to square one in others.

I make it sound all bad but it really isn't. I'm just impatient I suppose.

When winter falls,
I’ll be holding on to anything nailed down.
As for being patient,
With fate and all it's getting old.
And my mind is slowly changing.

I’m calling all my oldest friends,
Saying sorry for this mess we’re in.
And I’m waiting, waiting,
For the sun to come and melt this snow,
Wash away the pain and give me back control.