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,
Crossroads
Every so often, we set out, to get somewhere in life, Only to be taken for a ride, by this guide they call life, Leaves me wondering, what is to take, and who is taken, But make no mistake about