Floodgates
Unlike the leaves of autumn, that see fit, to fall in only one season, Very unlike the swinging moods of winter, that shift for no reason, Not at all like the hunger of summer, that doesn’t spare even the moon,
Until Tomorrow
Ever since I learned to walk, I’ve always been on solid ground, There’s always been land, land, and more land, everywhere I look around, It is not an observation that most people like to call profound, But look beneath those