Remember when the Berlin Wall fell to pieces!

Winter is like coming home
It is a broken thing sometimes
With emerging somethings.

Children can seem lost
Grass can spread out into eternity
Clouds form unusual patterns.

I believed an idea whose time had come
It had no exact description
My heart warmed.

For all the thoughts
For all the drama
Tears come.

Bulls stampede in the fire
Splashing through mud puddles
Even the most stubborn turned a blind eye
Had I the fear I would hide
Some things are so much more than nightmares
Closing in to do what is logically impossible
For why is confidence the opposite
What of such notions
Empty psychological potions
Dark purple flowers.