ESCAPE

 SNOW SWIRLING

FURNACES RUMBLING

ICE COATED DRIVEWAY

GOING NOWHERE

ITCHY FEET

IDLE HANDS

PICK UP THE PHONE

ALTER PLANS

TAKE A BOOK

SNUGGLE IN A CHAIR

AND IN YOUR MIND

YOU TRAVEL THERE.

Mother, dear, I must tell you,

I really want you to know

My love for you is so special

And it will continue to grow,

‘Til we meet again.