Winter is terrible and summer is worse
No one exists who can convince me otherwise
Spring is hopeful
Spring resurrects
And as I have previously alluded autumn is nostalgic

Victim of chance
Maestro of situation
Born broke(n) died broke(n)
At this point in my life
I can do what I want

The more things evolve
The closer things return to origin
Circles and planes slowly turning forever
Perfect arcs ending where they began
The cycles of season