Steppe of subconscience.

Step, step, step
in soft snow
escape, you hidden thoughts
stop plodding ankle deep
on mired paths
along foreign rivers.

I wanna be happy
i wanna be happy
like a small bird
tripping tirelessly
triple toes
on fleeces of snow-flakes
picking soft seeds
thrown out by caring people

O, yes, o yes
whiter than snow
let me be
whiter than snow.