Survival

Blank-faced, I drive North

Into the Heart of Winter—

This winterized Creature, steady,

Clutching the Shaky Wheel—

I could have been Everything.

But from the day we're Born,

We humans Love to Refuse

The World, the way it is.

Like Stone, it rolls Shut—

Like a Switch, it turns Off—

And we always know the Potential

While relying on the Kinetic—

We dig ourselves into our Holes

And write our silly Songs,

Hoping to Escape to the Place

Beyond, Words and Time—

Warmer than any Embrace—

Beyond the Paradigm of false believers—

Deeper, than any Conversation

Could ever be, without collapsing in on itself.

Oh how Sick we are!—

But Winter drops the Purest Whites—

Lethargic Ice freezing our Sickness

Into a thick, heavy, limp Sleep.

Soon, it will be Spring—

We Sink into the Dream,

Of Rising—

With The Sun, Once again.