All my life,            

I craved change.

Yet change is inevitable.

Live,

Laugh,

Die.

I rushed through the snow,   

To get along with my life,          

Sweet little Sun shone.

She came into my life like a butterfly.

      Flew and coloured my days,

             And then, all of a sudden, disappeared.

I try to escape the matrix.

      So, I write my matrix.

       And it gets back to me.

Summer sunshine,

  Wintertime wine,

Will you be mine?

People think they need summer light

To enlighten them and feel joy.

Yet darkness shines brighter when you find yourself.

Nature creates life

Mingling every pair,

Except the sun, moon, and me.

Poetry flows through my veins.

Thoughts blow through my pen

And then, an utter silence emerges.