If you don't whimper out in the cold

If you don't hasten as you were told

If your blood is languid but the story's rushed

If you don't shoot for it all, you're just aiming for enough

If out your window you don't get a view

If within, though, the view's obscured too

If your all-or-nothing is less than half

If tragedy repeats itself but you've got no breath to laugh

If on a Thursday you drink champagne

If on a Friday it's vinegar again

If on the weekend you lose your mind

If you set out for your thoughts but feelings were all that you could find

If walls are jails, if jail is home

If home is lonesome but so's the road

If no one answered when the call was clear

If clearing out the questions rings an answer in your ear

If the arrows have punctured through

If all is ending then all is new

If dogs are howling but dogged are you

If it's out there somewhere if it's not that's ok too

If it's splendid, if it's rot

If it's fragments, or it's the lot

If it's paradise that you lost

If searching is a tonic then seek at any cost

If you were wrong, you might be right

If you are low, stoke the light

If you recall one final thing

Quietude reveals the likes you've never seen