I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Winter’s prison, and time keeps draggin' on…….
Winter is my folsom prison. His cold hearted, dark sinister ways bar me up within the confines of my house. Yet, despite my bellyaching and moaning and fierce scowls in his direction, he comes, every year just rolling round the bend. Three long months, that's how long Mr. Winter owns me. He locks me up and throws away the key. I can fight it, I can kick and scream and I do, but it doesn't change the fact that for three whole months winter is here to stay. I'm going to make a conscious effort this year to do my time with a positive outlook. Otherwise, I fear I'll come down with a mad case of seasonal affective disorder (SAD) and attempt to tunnel my way to Hawaii. This positivity I attempt to embrace means I'll be hiding under blankets and swimming in all manner of hot beverages. Hot chocolate, that's about all Old Man Winter has going for him. Maybe he'll let me out early for good behavior. Only 70 more days until my release.....
Well, I hope your cell is warm and toasty. I've gotta go, visiting hours are over.