Winter comes lifting the cloud,
The fog is gone,
No longer is there a shroud,
Put it back I can't breathe,
Look inside,
There isn't any room for me to heed,
Thousands of thoughts like locust force a clout,
Thousands of thoughts trying to get out,
All of my body feels a boxer's blow,
All because of a little snow,
Can you feel the freezing and your emotional splinter,
Can you feel the existential burn of winter?
