Maybe tomorrow

 

No maze is huge enough to contain my 

searching soul.

A frosted pane shields my eyes view 

of an artic world.

To no avail, I try to pierce the design made 

by a polar cold snap.  

No warm breath from my mouth or 

the heat of my hands can break the 

engineering work done by nature

around me, maybe tomorrow I will try

again to break the spell of this artic freezing

cold and fierce hauling winds reminding

me that I'm old and frail not able to 

support the wining of this generation of 

wrecking mother nature best show......