Running Away

On the train travelling southwards
I feel the wind through the trees
Realize traces of sun amongst the clouds
And the snow seems to melt
So as my soul

The green fields can't be compared
To the brown of the fallen leaves
Or the gray of the city
Where I accidentally left a part of me
Forgotten by the hat or by the bed
That could not be big
But was enough

The winter is going away
And I'm still running