Lyrics in Frosty Weather

Cutting the fog
Disturbing its presence
Clock is rising
Frost is melting
Unable to face the pavement
I trampled abandoned beans
No one was hunting
It is Friday in December
I wouldn't be shot
Dogs keep stopping to pee
Reality distraction or grounding
I am not sure
So afraid of the pen
The ink is dark and wet
In the field my words
Out loud are silent
My choice to remember
To stab at it