winter session
cold nights,
dreary days
everything seems
to go one way…
the other way,
my way.
fast and cautious
people tread…
tread on paths…
paths that’s done
that’s done for them.
treading on surface
like crystals so bright.
paths and surface that
differ from mine.
like the cosmos
are the surface i tread,
bleak and dreary
and mostly dingy.
