snowflakes dance like butterflies
and tiny tears of joy and sorrow fill my
eyes
snowflakes turn to water as they touch the ground
so come down but better not
arrive
I find comfort in sorrow
I find pleasure in joy
and i find it so hard
to pick one of the two
it‘s getting dark in the afternooon
I use electric light all day in my room
it casts my shadows on the wall
and makes me sit in plato‘s cave
