Snow falling in sheets,
In thin paper sheets.
The pages online,
In lines that all rhyme.
Through layers of links,
Like snow that just sinks.
It all seems endless,
But it’s for the best,
When it is all read,
I’ll sleep well in bed.
My eyes may fall out,
But it’s what it’s about,
That makes it worth while,
It still makes me smile.
Dragonition 