Above me sounds plow,

Over and over the snow begins to pile,

Nonexistent to the voices above me,

Losing touch of my own body,

Still the sun’s rays shine on me through the glittering snow,

A wall meant to hide all down below,

Is it worth the risk to break through and face such a treacherous metallic enemy ?

To the enemy I am nonexistent,

For I am nothing but underneath the snow.