The winter and

birthdays past

you swing through

five years

you swing through

five lives,

in laser green

dreams

spring comes.

Nothingness waits

duck,

duck dies.

Duck floats in mist

it's a little sad

but it's alright

it's a little lone

but it's still alright.

You jump until you

don't care

though you hope

this bubble will stay

will not burst

while you artfully blow

and perfectly colour.