• harmonytree 5w

    In the middle of nowhere,
    A snowstorm up ahead,
    The thoughts were spinning round,
    In the whirlwind in the shed,
    How does one escape,
    A whirlwind of the mind,
    Sits quietly in a corner,
    The safest place to find,
    Breathes deeply in and out,
    And comes up with a plan,
    Then the answer is right in front,
    The doorway to another land.