I might be a little dot at birth
Maybe connected or not by earth.
Maybe like a mirror in the air
I will not find a pair.
But from the past Death,
I feel another wind of Breath
And maybe I go tonight to the bar
To seat by the window and look at the star.
Maybe, all is fine, so let me order wine,
Empty room, an old man not far..
To enlighten my midnight dine,
Maybe he will play guitar..
But thru the glass I see a snowman,
Under rain, standing alone like man
One more song and he is a vanishing dot.
Like all of us in the wonderland, or not?