Life’s an old song
A broken recording
Same dance, dancing all the troubles away
Wallflower, full of spring
Wonderful place, splendid sight
The band continues to play
Summer dawn, withered
Monsoon season, feeling alive
Drowning in the darkness
Autumn November, rolling around
Wallflower, dead as a poet can be
Groundless, merciless
Winter frost, buried
Frosty hell, melting
Just like life, it goes on
Trapped Poet 