following good sense
i can't see that
the world is getting smaller

using all
my energy to
waste time

i've a shovel and a broom.
looking at the snowfall
i know i can't win

some
go a long way
to die

i haven't seen him in months
to keep it this way
i go to the supermarket

small victories:
winter already persists
for one day

today i like myself
and take a warm shower
instead of driving the bike

desperately seeking for a need
for a SUV in the city,
or simply drunk driving

with some people
there's nothing as unnecessary
as coming back

he broke up with her
for the third time.
now there ain't no way back