A million little snowflakes
In this realm of mine
They say a pictures worth a thousand words
But this ones not worth the time
Just an empty little snow globe
And a decrepit mind

Wilting and feeling Bloo
But we talk and imagine
Sunny lands
Eduardo as a dragon
Sipping on CoCo
Fostering feelings of warmth

Waiting forever for
An end to this swirling storm
But they keep reaching out
Twirling it up more
So we walk the endless boundary
Looking for a crack
As we tap and hum our desperate tune
And let it fade to black
. . . _ _ _ . . .