Snowflakes

I'm moving your mental feet In complex dances and jigs I'll loosen up your consciousness Like a syrup of figs It's time to emerge from camouflage leaves and twigs Time to throw the fake noses and fright wigs Time to face the music No more metaphor Time to decide your fate Will you be cooked or go raw Will you be Rare and bloody with your soul exposed Or well done a charcoal surface with your insides froze and do you feel fear as you hear another door close or will you just turn away and flow where the wind blows and are you still satisfied with the pathways you chose or would you like to go back and rewrite the old prose [CHORUS] Do you count the flakes When it snows And can you feel the heat or only the afterglows Do you count the flakes