Wide white field, no edge in sight, Sound gets lost in frozen light. Footsteps echo, then dissolve, Questions asked but never solved. I speak once, the snow replies, With heavy silence, open eyes. No one here to judge my tone, Just me talking to my own. Dialogue with the snowfield wide, Every truth I try to hide. Ask myself, then answer slow, Let the silence overflow. Dialogue with the snowfield still, No applause, no crowd, no will. If I’m honest, I might know What I’ve been afraid to show. I ask why I never stayed, Snow just listens, unafraid. I ask when I lost my way, Wind responds but won’t betray. No reflection in this white, Just my shadow, thin and light. Every lie I used to hold Feels too loud out in the cold. I thought answers made a sound, But truth waits where none is found. In this space with nothing said, I hear what’s in my head. Dialogue with the snowfield wide, Every truth I try to hide. Ask myself, then answer slow, Let the silence overflow. Dialogue with the snowfield still, No applause, no crowd, no will. If I’m honest, I might know What I’ve been afraid to show. When I turn back from this place, Snow erases every trace. But the words I faced alone Follow me back, carved in stone.
