Irrational

The wind, cold, touched by the snow, blows on my face,
To wash the detestation pace by pace,
I cannot abandon this nausea for eternity,
I cannot even tie this damn shoelace.

I shall run at the fastest tempo,
To disappear, to defeat the winds that blow,
Watching the clouds beneath,hatred enkindles my body,
Thou wind, I am not going to be slow.

On top of the mount,in this turmoil my soul is bearing,
My damn phone starts ringing,
I open it up disgracefully,
My beloved talks, her voice trembling.

My heart softens as fast as a snap,
My soul ends up its outrageous nap,
How fool of me to encounter this problem so complicatedly,
These absurd feelings, intensions, never again overlap.