Current state of mind

When the snow comes a grinning

And you’re safe inside

No light-hearted decision

Will cover my lie,

A thousand lies actually.

I’m a broken robot

The crowd wants emotion;

I give them Sinatra

The girl wants my notion;

I give her a double entendre

Fields of laughter

Now frozen in time

The heart’s gentle pattern

Now separate and blind

How low can loneliness go

With two tired lovers