Out in the freezing cold
you are still young, but you look very old.
From dumpster gone bad fruits you are scraping off the dirt
polishing the rotten apples on your only shirt.
Sometimes you feel like you are the choosen one,
other times you feel like you are the lost son.
In the nighttime you are sure you are finally done,
come morning, you are blinded by the rising sun.
You retreat from the glistering snow
shout around a loud and crazy “Ho ho ho!”
So many Christmas carols unsung
since you are all alone, a long way gone.
Do what you need to do,
do what you must.
Are animals better off in the zoo
than you? Feel the lust
of life when you see the blinking lights
of the city, the cars, the windows during blurred nights
so high that you feel like in the deepest ditch
sobering up in the hospital getting the last stitch.