"You'll wake up wrapped in winter if you sleep through summer."
Hey, thanks for the tip, but I doubt that you've got it covered.
We'll use spring and fall as buffers while our skin gets tougher.
And you? You can cling like clichés to one another.

We're taught to take precautions.
We take more than our share.
The cautious steps we're taking can't take us anywhere.
We sprang forward and fell back, and we heard our clocks ask:
"Hey, you! If time's a constant, why am I constantly under attack?"
So, we held its hands to help it, but our hearts were selfish.
Sometimes the best intentions end up intense without means to quell it.
We've poisoned our blood streams and blackened our lungs. We've enabled the edifice that it's how we belong.
We may suffer together, but we all die alone.