Winters

Winters’ dreadful cold is creeping in,
The trees have all shed their skins
But the inside is as cold as the outside
And there’s no place left to hide.
Each day is like the day before
It comes and goes away
Just like the seasons
And suddenly it has been a whole year.

Sometimes I wonder
Often I try
Lately I’ve cried
Since I’ve realized
And I know it’s not too late
But it feels too late…

The mirror holds a thousand images
As the trees, a thousand leaves,
But the skin is still cold on the outside
Is it only the outside that we see?
Sometimes I wonder
If this is how it’s supposed to be,
If life is really just a washed out story
That comes and goes away.

Often I try
Lately I’ve cried
Since I’ve realized
And I know it’s not too late
But it feels too late… to wonder