Temporary
I think I'm dead Or maybe I'm not But I feel like a flower Shriveling in its pot Like the gleaming stars That disappear in the day I'm dissolving bit by bit While losing my way My fingertips are snapping Like the icicles at the pole I cannot see any footsteps I can never feel whole I'm number thirteen on the clock I've been thrown out of existence The time has killed my passion Along with my persistence Destroy me one the battlefield For my years are running low In this belligerent world I'm like a fire in the snow