The Cold

Parting through the city,
Through the open clouds,
The world is only moving forward.

We move forward for ourselves
And for each other
In the cold
Just before we head home.

And so we set our pace into the streets,
Making way through the time.
The world here is cold. 
The world here is complete.

But sometimes we get lost in our tracks,
We get lost in our own ways.
We stray too far from what was yesterday
In the cold.
I should probably head home.