Moments ago, I was bursting with joy
among a warm-hearted crowd
Smiling,
Laughing,
filled with my own freedom.

But now,
I stroll down sidewalks
and dark alleyways
searching,
and watching.

I carefully examine the endless blankets of Winter's pure snow.
It freezes my mind, so I
try to form thoughts
but the chill gets too severe.

The constant thought
forms yet again.
I remember the warmth,
joy, happiness,
and the everlasting freedom.

I am trapped within
my infinite destiny.
I have nowhere to finally
rest my weary soul.

So I continue to live
this inevitable cycle.
Without the cheerful place
to call home.