Gord

2026-07-20 06:56 pm

Advancement forever,
Like standing to stomping,
Spying to friendship.

Beyond process: Beyond measure.
Behind me are the days of leisure,
Hot temper, involvement of parent,
But you, I see are still there.

Covet beyond edges,
White lattice fences.
Void, in contentment,
It can destroy forever.

You're right about nothing,
So spare me a lecture,
Our neighbours are different,
Mine don't talk in direction,
And they ask if I'm still here.