Snow flakes in red light

Snow flakes in red light
...just read white and black pages
Eyes buring from the cafe lights

I walk back home at night
I miss my mother, my childhood
Now I wonder how to make money
I'm lost in ephemeral angst. For a while I had forgotten this.

In the middle of hope and despair, a bird, a snake.
White pages, spilled ink.
Irreparable, one way sign...

I see my reflection in the window, my forehead shines
I think prematurely of my inevitable mid life crisis.
This is my time, now; this growth, this betweenness.

I want to run to my woman
She can appease my temporary fears
As I find my true purpose
That's the hardest part.
Then I can face certain death with dignity and courage
It seems so simple...