wake me when the spring comes,
when it’s all at my fingertips,
when I dream for the coming day,
when I catch my breathe,
when I can finally think.
pressed until finally settled i look back I run through those days in reality, there’s really not that much weight , only the cold and the snow on my shoulders shades of white, black and of grey actually its quite comforting once you let it take its place, now that I think of it,
if you’d be so kind, leave me here, after it settles, i’ll be fine
when it’s spring,