A weird dream of the coming spring.

An empty room,
Four white walls,
Me and a flower,
Singing the blues,
The flower is dying,
No sun shining through,
I suppose it’s winter,
But how can I know?
No windows around me,
Just sadness and death,
A clock has appeared,
Time passing by,
As slowly as ever,
I wish I would die,
A ray of sunshine,
Came somewhere through,
A window appearing,
Life starts anew,
I look and the flower,
Now blooming again,
Smelling delightful,
Only life everywhere,
A fresh start is rising,
Around the world,
The season is coming,
Like a phoenix,
Reborn.

Bad rhymes, shit thoughts®.

Ziga.