I want to wrap myself up in a vortex of white snow

and let the wind caress me and the snow flakes will grow

larger and larger as big as the leafs

on the branches of the bare maple trees.

I will wear shorts and embrace the cold

and as I think, I'll feel myself mold

into the white snow flakes.

They take me, up high,

uplifting secrets will flutter on by.

I'll break the cloud barrier

and the sun will warm me,

drying the melted snow and

showing me the sea.

Higher and higher till air's spread quite thin,

out over the clouds, like jam, and I'll start to grin.

I'll look down on all the people

in their little SUVs

hustling and bustling,

proving points that I can't see.

and that'll open my eyes

and show me what it's like

to be free from restrictions and humanity's lies.