It’s cold, really cold.
“Gosh you talk a lot,”
“Philosophy, politics, just shut up.”
Not a snow cold, or a sweater cold.
Maybe it's not the weather that's cold, thought about it?
Maybe it's your heart, or you who's cold.
“Gosh don't be so sensitive, don't overthink it.”
But if you aren't mad about it, have you heard it?
If you aren't sad, did you see it?
If you don't mind, do you feel it, do you even breath?
Does your heart beat?
Do you walk around like a zombie corpse?
Do you have a heart, do you know the answer to that?