Winter, Winter and How I'll Stay Warm.

I’ll wait you out winter, winter; I’ll beat you.

I’ll sit in my chilly apartment with my chilly blinds drawn down and I’ll conspire of your end. I’ll wait you out until I can’t stand you, and then I’ll wait some more. Evan though my bones will be thin and by beard will be long, I’ll never give in. I’ll bundle my thin bones and I’ll wrap my long beard and I’ll wait. Evan though my knuckles will be chapped and my skin will be sallow, I’ll never surrender. I’ll bandage my chapped knuckles and I’ll wash my sallow skin and I’ll wait. I’ll wait and I’ll wait and I’ll wait. I’ll wait out your uncertainty and I’ll persevere through your snow. I’ll ignore your tap, tap, tapping at my window and your knock, knock, knocking on my door. I’ll put on a vinyl; it’ll drown out your sounds. I’ll place that needle in the groove; it’ll vibrate you away. And when the sounds fill my ears and I’ve socks on feet; I know I’ll be warm inside. I’ll not feel thin and long-bearded nor chapped and sallow. I’ll only feel warm when the sounds fill my ears. Warm and determined.

I’ll wait you out winter, winter.
I’ll beat you yet.