Snowman
Have you ever thought about the snowman in the crystal ball?
Trapped in the cold, unable to move,
He sees his igloo, he can pretend everything is alright.
He can, he could...
But only the snowman knows the silent struggle,
Of being shaken, stared at,
Maybe not by the eyes he longed for.
Does he have a choice?
Perhaps the ball will one day fall,
And he might feel warmth again,
Or maybe it will be forgotten in an old, dusty cabinet.
Will he forget how it felt outside?
Keep waiting, waiting there in the cold, unmoved...