Preach On

It’s a cold snowed-in night
a town so straight laced, so winter white
and there’s a lecture waiting to be had,
a message of some topic at hand.
Knee deep in it and it doesn’t
look to be getting any better.
The snow-forged rooftops are caving in
or maybe I’m lying again.
Either you want more or you want less of it.
Either way, it is a guess based on a second guess.
Maybe I’ve just had enough of this.
Maybe all of our signals are crossed or missed.
Would you rather that I just walked home?
You know I’m good at being all alone.
But what can I say?
Countless years of practice made me this way.
As far as I’m concerned,
this is a lesson I’ve already learned.
So don’t teach it once again,
my lonely, lost, and on-call friend.