Chained...

Yesterday peaks are gone in stone. Everyday lows now flow in snow.

...in the flows of everyday
In the darkest corner
Deepest thought
Trapped
In the lows of yesterday
Yet high above
In peaks of thisday
Anyday
There's a way
To stay
Hej
Which may
Or not
Be as they
Always say
Right away
The day
That may be gone
In stone
Yet here it stays
Close to the days
That may we know
They fade in snow

Author's Note

One of the older thoughts of mine.