Around In Ways

We play the parts of dead end streets now
Neglected lacquered box of secrets
What does your mouth hold
Besides rhetoric and pedestrian complaints, complaisance?

We're face to face with something blinding
It's beautiful but we can't see it yet
The snow covered trash bins, the light wind

I know it's not the same as it was when we were kids

"I'll be around in ways you may not understand."