I hide my cards and behind them

I hide behind what I used to, maybe my nature

I hide in plain sight

I hide in my surrounding

I hide the mirrors, afraid for what I don’t see

The cold might hover over me

when the moon pulls

~

I stretch myself calm

and stare at you crumbling

into me

There is little reflection

when we all stand still

in a cold world

~

standing still makes you forget what it is

to look forwards

you only remember where you were

and maybe are

I made it easier to climb higher

it takes some planning and effort

but the view is great

~

besides the view

I can also easily clean the different exhausts

coming out of the place where I live

and prevent a fire