Since I lost my way

Retreat into my old shell

A tired tortoise

In the darkest deeps

Never sure what might be found

Hidden underneath

Cold muscles shiver

As the axe bites in a knot

Even mountains shake

As the falling sun

Paints the clouds like a rainbow

Now I am alive

The taste of new leaves

The sound of long spring evenings

The smell of Ramsons

Still lost and confused 

All that I touch turns to dust

Though I tried my best

Underground I sleep 

Until the spring sun wakes me

From long lucid dreams