In this winter, I am frozen, and I wonder, 

Are dreams being burned, or born, 

For the days when the Sun doesn’t shine, 

Makes me doubt it all, the possibility,

That the situation I’m in could or would ever be the same, 

And I try to get through these freezing days, 

With all the sadness and madness, under the Moon’s white glow, 

The sadness and madness in September that I laugh over, 

Thinking why was it so hard, and yet not knowing that this cycle goes on and on.