From south to east we’ve been searching
In the midst of winter nights we’ve cuddled
Though days hide in the mountains up high
The life we share is full of betting and getting
Hidden in the press of daily paper
for a mere fact of recognition
Perhaps life needs something for living
Memories made but thrown in the bin
As white as it is but dark and dumbed in the inside
its stories being flashed by media in the grin
for the world that will never be green