I'm feeling the touch of cold over my cheeks.
I'm walking on fallen leaves in endless streaks.
I'm hearing the blows of wind with whistling sounds.
I'm taking myself in an absurd way of bounds.

Sayin' look! you man, whatcha carping about?
Roamin' and Groomin' like hell of a scout.
Gasping like creatures you don't know a thing.
La La La bla bla bla that's how you sing?

The Winter is here and I'm drowning in vibes.
Lurking me in just to payoff it's bribes.
I wanna open my arms so it makes me a plane.
I'll be Flying myself reckless, but out of the lane.

These days will sure tell you a beautiful lore.
You've listened before? Then listen some more.

© B.A Rehmani