Gord

2025-10-29 10:17 pm

Give no lead, monster,
It's a leash that draws me to you, 
Not drives me onward.

Furtive, so be honest,
What brought summer to autumn?
You have no real problems,
Dollars, and little conscience.
So, be honest, give no heed,
What is it, that changed your august,
To a bitter, doubting Thomas?
What is it that makes the sun set?