cold as the light on your face outlines start too to fade to watch your fingers melt into the air when minutes you have been through and next it wasn t there straw man blown away straw man blown away old and have held me in place pieces are falling in waves to watch and spill them things float into the air when minutes you have been through and next thing disappear straw man blown away straw man blown away in white arms empty as the branches your cold hands and feet in white arms empty as the branches the roots underneath underrneath