It would be shameful to admit,

"I only write when things ain't right"...

But that's just it, that's all of it.

Or the past "of it."

Is Time a friend or a foe?

One thing I know,

I write more when the temperature's Cold.

Cold, why'd you have to come just yet.

A few more things I have to offset...

but you're here; I can feel you

Especially down here.

You're so bitter

But what does It matter anyway?!

It's times like these I'm thankful for Time.