Here among snow rollers

Here among snow rollers

Days are getting longer

Shadows on the white snow

Slowly growing stronger

Nearing February

Again the birthday tune

Another year ahead

Is coming all too soon

Asking for the answers

Asking for the answers

But the wind keeps blowing

Dirt on my shoes is proof

Of a Life not knowing

Trying to move forward

Always back to the birth

While each step the dirt is

Pulling me back to earth

Here is this tiny niche

Here is this tiny niche

In the smallest of space

That doesn’t fit dreams or

Allow things out of place

Discarding the excess

Only to make more room

Even budding flowers

Are discouraged to bloom

All this repetition

All this repetition

Not off the beaten path

Yet it adds up the same

No matter of the math

Searching the infinite

Finding only weather

And puzzle pieces that

Do not fit together

From graphite to diamond

From graphite to diamond

Fluid feelings now stone

A shrug of the shoulders

Once a chip on the bone

From childhood to old age

The breast acquires a shield

Old wounds have stopped bleeding

The broken heart has healed

Forgetting the future

Forgetting the future

Not dissecting the past

Staring at the shadows

The winter sun has cast

Feeling January

The purity of snow

My soul is undressing

Naked from head to toe

Nothing in front of me

Nothing in front of me

No focal point or goal

All these years of pressure

No diamonds out of coal

The air full of living

Moments to moments thread

While looking left or right

Not walking straight ahead