When ice

is

like concrete

you can drive a car

on it.

In the spring

warm winds arrive.

The ice melts

and

became water

soft water

which evaporates

and disappear.

An iron ring

of enslavement and evil

can hinder my movement

in any direction.

But my hope

is always free.

“Are we too pragmatic?

We can't prize things

only for theirs utilities.”

Or..?