You thought you would not fall,
that you were strong as an oak,
that you were immune like a noble,
wise and eternal masterpiece.
You despised those who loved you most,
that were your cradle and offspring,
and now, they are your trifle and rotten,
the place where yesterday you only found peace.
You forgot who rocked you,
with the most tender open embraces,
those who sheltered you in your uncertain past,
in which you felt again enthusiast.
cradle and offspring,
shelter and swing,
meditate this fall,
and you will discover,
that for this sly advice,
sooner than later,
you will pay the price.
Look me in the eyes,
blinded under that glacial ice.