The trials of living Spring from within.

At the end of a long Winter
Spring will come
The warmth of the sun will hit your face
all the parts you left exposed to the cold
You let it wash, you let it be your life
But just the part that hits your skin
If only you could shed the heavy winter coat
and bask in the sun
yet you still hide from spring
its colour and light are only temporary
if you let spring in the summer sun burns
so the winter coat remains
you can fight the sun
you can keep under cover
You tell yourself spring might come again
this time the soft grass
the flowers in bloom
the promise of taking on the world
of late nights with sunlight till bed
if only you could shed the winter coat
yet the spring comes again and nothing
not a whimper
harder each time and so
has it become me
that I am forever in that mind
the winter of our discontent
the Eastern front of 1812
the Eastern front of 1942
the fastest way to lose everything
if only i remembered what spring was like
while i was in it


For Spring