Static

Like the wind
dancing in circles
with those fallen leaves
but not taking them anywhere
Turning and turning
but not going in any way
Currently I have nothing left
to say

Random thoughts
mixing, fragile like clay
It’s hard to explain
and I’m bored
from my monotonic days

A little bird
with his sad eyes
has come to stay
there’s a ransom for winter
that he should pay
soon enough
we have to break
the chains
so that he goes out to play
without waiting
for the spring to come
in the month of may