Times like this,
you plug in your earphones,
you appreciate all the music.
without any warmth.
your presence is winter.
giving you chills,
sending shivers.
moderation is a fault.
the silence overreacts;
when you feel it
it gives you that boost,
to support your downed ego
as you travel,
you're an outcast.
you knew it well
as you think of tomorrow's task.
when suffering climaxed,
volumes are at peak.
puff your airways
until you're weak.