I refuse to play my role
In this badly written play
Cut my strings

And step down in silence
From the stage that gathered
The characters of my life

Became too small, became unwelcome

If you count my failures

A big blank wall
Will be filled with numbers
And the wall of my victories

Not a single trace
Like a soil covered in frozen rain


Again the winter has won

Descending snow and ice will burn

My skin pale as the landscape
Already cold