Killer Cover-Up

Snow's falling in the rain,
Everything looks the same;
Unique's the term to use.
That's what everyone says.

The wind pushes on paths
Always the same dead leaves,
That, when push comes to heave,
Really don't have a clue

What to do, where to go.
Never knew how to say "No",
Or "Yes" for that matter;
They just go with the flow.

And that's what kills them:
The unbalance of life,
Where the scales are broken,
And don't need to be fixed.

Everybody knows it,
But no one wants to say
That it's raining outside
And snow's covering us up.