Gord

2026-09-30 02:39 am

Irony being lost, 
Like a child talking.
Cronos, to gods, 
Phobos, to mars, 
Either way, 
Inside, we lose who we are. 

Women in bands,
Drumming of hands,
When did the doldrum begin?
By the future, to the past, 
Like a life in idle hands.