edge of dying

when you are on the edge of dying
and it's winter time everywhere,
your friends are still looking for an easy way
but all they can do is stare:
a cold wind is blowing across the street
wrapping it's frozen arms around their feet.
you turn your head for a quick look behind
only to realize you've almost lost your mind:
there's no one walking without a mask
and the sky is torn and frayed.
people rushing for the open door
and no one stopped or stayed.
everyone is waiting for the silver train
for a trip to where wishes always come true:
in my hand two tickets for the ride,
one for me and the other one is saved exclusively for you.