Richer tasting morality

I bought a package.
I purchased the contents.
In it were snowflakes.
And I throw them out the window!
I control the weather.
Do you believe in this?
A kind of competition that chases the dogs tail;
around in circles.
An initiation of sorts.
An initiative that tells you to stop listening.

But I'm not running... no more running from the ghost.
No more chasing you down on my horse.
I'm free to face the frolick of emotions.