feeling good -- all brand new
this is going somewhere,
and spring's around the corner,
too.

I'm free from all things dread and dull --
The snow buries me deep.
No tears or tremors anymore
that life is yours to keep.

Soon I will arrive,
Running toward purpose and fame;
my smile will quickly catch
like phosphorous striking -
flame.

Yet now I wait, with one small note:
"Dreams, in winter's muggy sleep,
You remind me of my heart,
so bitterly, -- Oh treacherously --
Recall: Heart, you've lost the vote.
Now kindly "shut it."