chameleonian times

Winter TIMES, FLIES
       STOP HERE

Beyond love and lies, you when 
  seeing love in my demise, be brave in
   our mirror swamps
Life so heavy and light at the
   same time, remembering today
    now tomorrow hooks
Instantaneous wishes when moving
    dirt to gold, my friend
Nobody wants or desires. Fools.

Keep it, eat it if you wish,
     it's none of our business
      as long as we don't die
       because gold was all
        while one was none.

Easy to leave when one was never
           there
     or allowed to be  
           there
Unfeasible when one's heart belongs
     to us, an us one won't leave
      be it for love or money.

Spring TIMES, FLIES
       STOP HERE
                     gone