Waiting in a confusing atmosphere
singing a silent song of fate
glancing at the crystal glaciers
of this gigantic, icy cold, place.
Fading into clouds of mist
that hide the secret that is hidden
Floating up into the sky
only to find myself as snowflakes - broken
Finding all the scattered pieces
isn't the hardest part of all,
putting it all back together
is where I actually begin to fall
Once together I only break
this fragile surface is cracked at once
Then finally as midday comes
the pieces become melted by the sun
Woven together in partials of water
I smile over the density of pain
This beautiful feeling only lasts a while
as the ice and fog grow thick again.
Hidden in a cloud of mist
Broken into many snowflakes
Falling as I put myself together
then melted to water
where heat forms me to mist
This, is my never ending cycle.
......I'll say it's just practice......