Page created 7/26/09
| Snow Driven In the winter, the snow comes down It very quiet and beautiful drifting down On the beach, the wave comes crashing in The sounds are methodical and never end Dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh Beats being drug in a wooden box across the ice on any day Drifting high up in the clouds cooled by the mist Plunging towards earth with a chute that missed… How do you view it, your thoughts are what matters to you Being in prison gives you time to think, to appreciate a solitude view Removal of your freedom puts you in a lot of physical strife But could the only difference be in how you view your life? Are you trapped inside or free? Just how do you view your body? It could be that you could be free Let’s visit a far away star, you and me….. |
