It's a cold day and you arrive home,
coming from the evening, tired of a Thursday,
your furniture, your dog and a million eyes
are there like always waiting your return,
and then you find out that nothing has changed,
the routine awaits, the dream has passed.

You tie up your hair, so free in the afternoon,
maybe because no one saw it tied up before,
you sit, have dinner and then all your sins,
hit you with a force greater than your strenght,
and your eyes fight in this crazy evening,
until you get weak and cover your mouth.

When all that is gone, you feel secure,
and spend the hours stirring the ashes,
you feel deep inside forbidden passions,
accepting denial as a way of happiness,
until the lust climbs inside your bed,
then, what am I thinking? and cover your chest.

But you need to be ok with everyone,
everyone around except yourself,
anxiety is the price to be oneself,
better to be happy like our parents were,
and turn out the pity into eternal love,
until, in the long run you get covered by the winter.

Brrrr chilling yet true for some. Off to start a dancing wood fire for those in need........................................