i become, pensive in december
  depending on the weather
i become pensive in december

in the winter with my
  eyes wide,
deep breath, big stride
  the small hours of daylight
contradicting my awake time

sleepless nights hold heavy eyes,
  they just stay wide
like a deer, like my dear in the headlights
  barrelling through the night sky
waiting for the sunrise

ready to start again