Through the wind and the snow
gotta long way to go.
My chin's drippin' sweat although
it's ten below.
Where I've been my friend, well
God only knows.
I'm tryin to stay focused on my
fingers and toes.
In the wind I can hear how the
frozen earth moans.
Such a lonely sound it puts a chill
in your bones.
Wheels spinin' round, and even
though I'm a pro.
No one comes around when I'm
stuck in the snow.

Just my luck, I'm stuck.
Caught between a hard place
and a better give a fukk.
It's just me and my pick up truck.
Wind in my face, knees in the muck.
I gotta get some traction,
Four wheel action ain't enough.
Life don't give a fraction if
you feel like talking tough.
Cannot let it catch you with
your guard down in the buff.
Keep it steady moving and
you'll make it through the ruff.
The snow just keeps on falling
as I'm calling on my phone.
If not for this technology, I'd
be all alone.
But it doesn't matter, I've
been through this before.
There's branches in the tree well
where snow meets the forest floor.

Even though my hands are sore,
I gotta push and push some more.
I left you crying at the door, I guess
your phone is on ignore.

Through the wind and the snow
better watch how you go.
I'm getting all wet, and it's
fifteen below.
Will I see the end, hell,
God only knows.
I hope I don't get frostbite on my
fingers and toes.
The mighty wind howls as the
frozen trees groan.
It seems as though Im hearing
the entire earth moan.
Wheels spinin' round, going
nowhere real slow.
No one comes around when I'm
stuck in the snow.

Where's the buck I struck.
It's always been the case of these
things running amuck.
Now I've got a dented pick up truck.
Gonna take days to reconstruct.
I think I need extraction, 'cause
the impact was too much.
There were no distractions,
Yet reenaction ends in such...
a way I might have died if not for
a contraption called a clutch.
Will I live another day, there's
no way out of this sludge.

My phone is almost dead now,
like the battery to my truck.
I guess I'll scout ahead and see
if anyone will give a fukk.

Through the wind and the snow
gotta long way to go.
My chin's drippin' sweat although
it's twenty below.
Where are all my friends, I guess
that that's how it goes.
I got as many enemies as
fingers and toes.
The wind causes tears as the
frozen earth moans.
Such a lonely sound it puts a chill
in your bones.
Found beneath a mound of
of fresh fallen snow.
No one comes around when it's
your time to go.

Written by: Michael W. Taylor
February 15th. 2023©
© Michael W. Taylor

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