See the light and feel the wind,
Hold a hand and love a soul,
Nothing ever is yours to hold,
If you take them for granted,
"Tweet, tweet...," sung the bird,

Be careful when you look back,
So you won't stuck in the past,
But to be grateful and whatnot,
"Tic tac, tic tac...," said the clock,

“Woof, woof...,” I am not now,
“Errrrr...,” nor have I ever been,
& will never be disloyal, ”Woof,”
Said my dog

Like a mere memory so obsolete,
Where darkness and light meet,
He is a prisoner of his own thought,
For he's right when they're all wrong,

Over and over, she seeks
comfort in a world so unjust,
Only to find her creed in her
own conflagration to trust,
The She,

Wedged in between what it's
not and what's not what it is,
"What am I?" I always ask myself
as if the answer would suffice,

Rain weds ground in winter,
Teased and soaked the dust,
They held on to each other,
They were no longer alone,
Then they prayed for summer,
Hoping to annihilate the cold,
If only they knew...
They need not warmth,
If only they knew...
Cold was what kept them close,