If I’m to say what where or why
I see no point in life to fly
To be and gone is one wish to blow
I wonder and never ever not know

If I’m to speak inner voice
I see no world about of choice
Inside is hurting for ever a day
To know to show to grow I say

If I’m to go outside to play
The sun will shine not today
Lay forever still to silence
Not old not grey fists of violence

been a-while

spring abridged;winter night

each layer of snow colder n' heavier

earth lay frozen and I frostbitten

icicles of gloom

lining my chest,eerie chill creeping

heart benumbed;slowly melting

basking in apricity,duly warmed up

awaiting spring

anew