To pass between, these winter walls, 
While traveling at night, 
Taken by reflection, 
I mine my life 
The trees have seen me come this way, 
Many times at any hours. 
They stand on both sides, 
And greet me, as I pass. 
A time and place, where winter begins, 
I see inspiring sights. 
Reminiscent of years gone by, 
I mine my life. 
I am, being expected, 
by those who are waiting at home. 
Taking caution, 
knowing I'm guided by white lines covered in snow. 
On occasion I pass through, 
From the life I build, 
To the life I knew. 
Only the trees would have seen, 
Who held the wheel. 
Only they would have seen, 
When I grew tired of travel. 
Only the trees would have seen, 
Who held the wheel. 
Only they would have seen, 
When I lost control. 
In desperate times, in such desperation, 
This long road traveled once left me behind. 
Now used, for gaining momentum, 
The theme of it all, 
Defines my life.