Go You Say

Oh the winds, Pounding on my hinges. The blowing of the snow, Motivating me to...go? Ha, go you say so? I think, no. I'd rather pull my blanket over my head, Lie in my body heat in my bed. Cascade the world to a different bloom, As I lie here....in my 90 degree room. You say we build a snowman? I say you have gone crazy man. Go? Ha! I don't think so! We have body heat for a reason, And to betray it, like treason? You can build a fort! You can make an angel! I'll lie here...In a puzzled kind of sort. I'll lie here...With my blanket in a tangle.