In the sad streets of Cornwall

Excavation, a little dirt & unknown discovery

Whose to know what waits unnoticed

In the deep dried up wet winter land

Or this cold felt well heated illusion

All smiles went by digging attention

Skipped this escaping proper confusion

My kind always drop their jaw

From the normal, excuse me sir, I exist

Numb voices scratching through

Haven't heard enough rumbles yet

Impressions without  encryption

And unsure we remain frozen

We want cold and miserable

A fight that jumps all tragedies

What remains now is lost in this rain

A deep longing for warmth's touch

My footsteps came a long way

Their destination still unheard off

These adventures aren't mine to keep

I dare not move on unseen