snowy train

I still have what I've got.
Pencils, noodles and a sword.
Shifting backwards over my stomach.
White cold fever of joy.
Treasure of snow.
Happy together to get it.
Counting trees and lemons.
No sky in the sky.
Searching for something inside,
already inside, in a
light side.
So, what a hell!
here, now, am I?
Yeap dude, no doubt is all what you've got.