The white, wide, pallid midst
Surrounding suffocating silent
Doors close; and I still can’t admit

Defeat! No, I’ll still be standing
In the white, wide, pallid snow
And yet nobody knows
That something is missing

Trapped in a waltz of sentimental thoughts
Missing something that’s not lost
Not lost because I know where it is
Where it is through this pallid midst

I’ve yet to loose something
Because I know where it is