When it’s nine nothing works
For when it’s nine it all bursts
Not the flowers but the pain
Not the remedy but the hail
The unfrozen me gets to be cold
And young me gets to be old
When I walk past the road nine
All the fallen clouds rise
All the unspoken words are heard
And all the mistaken emotions are felt
For when I walk this nine
I shall skip an important mine
A precious gem thrown away
A forgotten memory in the way
They all seem like trivial matters
For that skipping nine is all that matters