breathing new life into me,
these acres of white I see,
captivated by this bright winter sky,
so insignifigant now are the days gone by,
meaningless they are, on a night like this,
only hope that the whole world feels my bliss,
emptiness is a feeling, I'm too tired to taste,
all my brooding, I cannot face
tell me, what would winter be, without snow?
and if I wasn't here, where would I go?
ponder everything from heaven down
I think I think more, with my feet on the ground
ordinary people talk about traffic and the weather
but I've always believed in something better
I may not be simple, but I'm complete and pure
you want me to be normal, I need something more...

Nice flow, well done!!!

Felt by many. Pursued by too few....