Stay Warm.

With some happenstance,
you can find your own thoughts.
With some vigor,
you can clasp like a clamp.

But you'll grow tired
and the sun will set,
and there's nothing left.

But don't worry, girl,
you can camp the horizon.
Paint the color swirls
as you chase it down.

But you'll grow old,
like a fable told,
and the sun will set
and there's nothing left.

Please stay warm.
Long as you can.