a pine-tree a west-wind you curl up the plot is twisting a headache a heartburn all because you couldn't sleep in well nothing's changed and everything stays the same and everyone is talking when no one's got something to say you wrote it down but you burned the notes the story no one should ever read a cracked spine a scarred face just a metaphor you have misplaced a spring creek a mine field the footsteps you're retracing but they mislead and now you're on your own in a maze that no one ever solved when it felt to be alive you stopped the moment that revived all the memories you had and your regrets when it felt so right but so wrong at the same time blindfolded all alone in a maze no one will solve