The face is hiding

Writhing with unachievable longings

To little hall ways

One safe

The the other tempting

You try the tempting one

On the way to Green Land

It is freezing.

Reality benders.

The earth stood still

Winds had calmed

Songs were just sing along

And the action begins at seven

Like worms after a rain

People leap from towers

As if these were invisible

Invisible towers

Which hold the treasures

And move around in pistols.

Usually shooting into the air

And watching clouds burst

For our minds.