Oh, such a sweetly falling snow
that insulates the inside of
my burning, burning brain
and inebriates me
with this hope of
a better tomorrow.
What a joke,
for I can already hear the birds
screaming out for the morning..
it's already another morning...
where did the night go?
Is it swirling down
the toilet's bowl
along with my dreams
of tomorrow
shining
a little
brighter?
