Second chance

While I was browsing through blogs a few hours ago, I unexpectedly found inspiration in one of them. There was a photo picturing trees lit by golden light and a forked trail running among them. First trying just to write a short rhyming comment I could not stop looking for better suited words and here it is, a product of that inspiration, together with a photo I took in the end of the last year:

Snowy scenes
And lonely trails
Stretching to infinity

Hearts being weighed
On precise scales
Found guilty or not guilty

Of emptiness,
Of apathy,
Of being cold as ice

We beg for our second chance
Another game of dice