Diogenes

Reason is not much head
force, there is no one
I often automatically fine.
I'm on the wrong track,
April mad
under the lips. snowstorm
decide in March
porridge law thickening.
Every story Philosophy
somehow gets stuck closed.
Then the friend of her nose
from the cupboard on the pea
the past, he completely mad.
I loved her,
the feeling was wet as wet snow.
Let it be a secret,
to become once again
receives a new day.
I do not want to be
Diogenesa like.