Where is the path?
where am i going?
i can't find a way out,
a way home.
the cold is infinite,
as well as the journey.
From liquid to solid, my tears don't hit the floor.
i have no direction.
lost, in more than one way.
i sit and scream, with no reply.
i tread along this everlasting forest.
nothing but tree's, ice and the pieces of me i leave behind.