Winter Solstice

Don't talk to me girl
When you do so
You remind me of good things
That ought not to come
Like strawberries in rum.

Coz when we talk
We talk of being together
With conflicts in conscience
Dare not we see each other
And stay with the difference we nurture.

Altogether difference pays the tax
Of our being polite
Of some sort of acceptance
There's all in all difference
Don't you see that again

Our vengeance has surpassed the surreal
And consumed our fruitless endeavour
And me too is however
Far from my zeal to conquer

Let's not say the good things again
Be like that when we used to be sane
For they don't matter today
We'll happen without yesterday.