Electric Light

snowflakes dance like butterflies
and tiny tears of joy and sorrow fill my
eyes

snowflakes turn to water as they touch the ground
so come down but better not
arrive

I find comfort in sorrow
I find pleasure in joy
and i find it so hard
to pick one of the two

it's getting dark in the afternooon
I use electric light all day in my room
it casts my shadows on the wall
and makes me sit in plato's cave