lost or still

you chose your route with evidence of care
but not without some semblance of regret
it did not matter in this winter air

legend would have it there was time to spare
and none of the adversaries had met
you chose your route with evidence of care

never before had branches been so bare
nor had the silent more reasons to fret
it did not matter in this winter air

what had to happen needed none to stare
just some to start and others to abet
you chose your route with evidence of care

this was the place where you had set the snare
the ones who waited did not break a sweat
it did not matter in this winter air

the game was rigged but no one thought it fair
it is observed by those who won't forget
you chose your route with evidence of care
it did not matter in this winter air