As I walk down

The Streets

Hands Stuffed

In my Pockets

Trying to Keep

Warm.

But still so

Unsuccessful.

Nothing I seem

To do helps,

The coldness that

Washes over me

Doesnt seem to fade

So I ponder

Here in the dark

And still

Like a statue

In the dead

Of the night

I feel as nothing

Has changed

So Ill

Keep walking

Down the streets

Hands stuffed

In my pockets.

Waiting and Wanting

For things

To Change.