If your work becomes winter caution there person, caution there
And your hours strict and watched and you feel checked
Before you stroll out to the parking lot and into the snow
be prepared to lose something as cold envy grows
They have frozen your path making your way difficult
along that bushy road yahooing like crazy wild birds
And they are doing a favor for the fragrant flirting fabricator of men's desires
The flattering façade convinced the Porsche driving "flavor of the week" to be her whore
Look at to where you labor
and the hidden world that makes itself alive
yet that you had no wakeful memory of making it so
It is there that certain deceit maybe cultivated
And as you look behind the task giver's eye
you see he is stricken by the beautiful mirage as he sighs
his sleeping mind doesn't know there is no oasis, that it is a lie
moments of malicious laughter today, spending future years to cry
And loved ones blind and ready to give
see only part of the viciousness, set to make them grieve
Yet the power behind their never ending want can be hunted and killed
And their inner voids can be temporarily filled for...
Humble friends ones whose hearts beat as loud as the city noise
come to the rescue like gods hands
and sometimes we refuse our broken spirits unable to trust anyone
Yet they touch us with their humility and we are saved
saved from the fall into ice cold rivers below the forest frozen in comparison forever
saved from the hungry grizzly bear angry and proud in pursuit of our clumsy escaping legs
Saved by the tiniest of people who have taught us the sharpness of love and patience
Saved by the most humble who have sent their spirit to aid wherever friends may find peril
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