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