Quick-time

Make a run, make it quick
Even through layers of thick
White snow, now your heart
Explodes, so it restarts
Slowly, racing, slowly

Return to the group without a scratch
To load a bowl and ignite the fresh batch
Watch, keep six, alert the tribe
Of immediate danger to keep us alive

How complete would this winter wonderland be
With a coffeehouse near
Instead of paranoia and living in fear
No harm done to others or to me
And we can live in harmony
No dissonance or tension
Just immediate ascension