I reject your rejection
now what
I combat your
combativeness
fooling no one
I'm negative
on negativity
particularly yours
I perpetrate myself
further on
forcing a happening
upon happening
I'm thinking
it's laughing I'm
not happening

I break myself
today, angry with me,
for small things.

Not able to finish
the track, I will sell now―
my dreams.

How do I turnaround,
to seek my aching legs,
for the fear of climb?

The call of the peaks,
in deep ocean,
for an asylum?

Why did it happen to
unhappen, when you were
fighting like a lynx with fate?

The strangest things can happen,
And then unhappen,
On Earth and even in Heaven,
In Christmas time.