knowledge won't
keep me from repeating
the same mistakes

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