So blinding clean & shiny,
The snow flakes float around.
Crashing! on the tree tops,
Then gently on the ground.
I listen to the wind that,
Slowly,whistles through.
I capture this ,thin beauty,by listening to you.
In my little box, protected by the walls,
Nothing bad can ever reach me,
But so can nothing good.
I look at all the souls, get sucked, into black holes,
I know they can never touch me, but so can,
So can no one else.
The loneliness defines you,
Inside this hectic world & you can find me
Untrue to all your stupid rules.
The rules that make it easy,
The rules that make you sure !
I rather break in pieces , I rather stay the fool.
In my little box, protected by the walls,
Nothing bad can ever reach me,
But so can nothing good.
I look at all the souls, get sucked, into black holes,
I know they can never touch me, but so can,
So can no one else.
