Rant

Why don't we go underground...
Jump on a train of thought...
After everyone's done rushing and buying...
Putting up the tree...

Just bustle by...
Like I wasn't here to begin with...
And as cold as that may seem that's Christmas...
Wrapped up in a nice big bow...

And the snow faintly fell past the street light...
As it fell through the universe...
Birds may bring you honey...
And to all a good night.