I watch as it drops,
A dark liquid it never stops.
Plop, plop, plop it hits the white snow.
Twisting, turning, curving, I watch it go.
Creating something new
Something I never imagined
Totally out of the blue
But why is it so construed?
I demand it to follow my wishes…
It doesn’t listen; it seems as if it’s possessed
I ask it why and it confesses…
I just want what I want
For no outside forces to give me a taunt.
That I might be something beautiful.
I don’t want you to say I just made this,
You just need to be useful
And pretend it’s pure bliss.
I want it not to be your own doing
Despite others constant wondering
Despite what they say or you may hear
I want you to say you just let it appear.