I found my answer

Not for a few weak souls
One is, and another, and yet another
And then is no longer.

That meager but apparent lack of cold
That undeniable furnace that is unrelenting
Is what I put it all out for
And win
Win in losing
For losing makes its own cause.

You, friend, you can cause me to write for days if you wanted
And you would, if life weren't what it was.

But you prove your name and bend it back towards me
Because it's what they do.

It's what you do

It's what you do

It's what you do

And you do it well.