My mind is like a mountain covered in snow;
When the glaciers melt I hope I’ll know-
Why the little fish swim upstream as the seasons change;
While the little fishnets in my mind grow deranged;
Flowers start blooming and everything turns green;
While I slowly discover all is truly what it seemed;
A seed of love now a huge apple tree;
The fruit slowly cures us of our insanity;
Peacefully staring at the hovering dragonfly down by the river;
Hopefully to come, once again, across the one that delivers;
Hearing the sound of the gentle fluttering of a beautiful butterfly as it sits on my nose;
I hear the sound of the water-
It rose and rose and rose;
All of this has me mesmerized;
As I stare into the vacuum of his eyes;
I realise something that has always been deep down in the snow;
There is a difference between what you see-
And what your mind really knows.
The leaves dry and fall off the apple tree;
It’s only winter my friend-
They’ll be back-
You’ll see;
The mountain covered in snow once again;
It’s only winter-
And it’s only pain.