Snowflakes are pouring in
and darkness pouring out...

_why are the mockingbirds mocking us?
Is it something we said...

And the clock is ticking,
and the time is leaking...

Just losers brag and flag
their wining...

We float in present
spreading in past...

I was looking for heroes,
being ignored of the fact...

On and on forever
the perfection lost...

He mumbled:
_for a man who writes just for his shadow...

Time is spiral film
a reel...

It was not a glass menagerie of thorns
it was a a flower house...

Was it the disease that killed me
or...

Sometime is utterly hard to see,
this is not the world, as we see...