5 o'clock.

It's five o'clock. It's cold outside.
It's like times not moving. Only keeping rhyme.
The sun is setting, the snow just falls.
The scene is beautiful after all,
the sky is fading, the memories too,
it's lovely really. And so are you.
Not much to say about what i should do.
No real indication if anything is true.
I guess I'm content with the way things are now,
I want to make progress, but I just don't know how.
One blanket, one book, one pen and some paper.
I reflect on the things have changed for the better.