We keep ourselves busy with lights...
outside lights...
and fake a smile while thinking and planning
and wondering why did this happen that way
or what will it be in the future...

We go
back and forth
like a pendulum of swings
and in one focused second
we can't even tune in
where that swing is going-
because it's going so fast,
and before we know it
we forget to know how to stop
it from doing all that.

And all the times we feel like a mouse
running around and around in a circle
without pause until there's no breath
left to bear-
we used up all the emotions in our tank,
all the tension has come back,
and there is no gap,
only a cap
to hold back the wind and the cold
and the years that made us look so old
and grey
and perhaps now we have a way
to slow down
and without despair
know that deep inside
we're still in there
and all the while
while it feels out here so cold-
deep inside it still is warm,
for deep in our hearts of love
is our truest sweetest home.