My thoughts have run to darker shades of late.
I could always blame Daylight Savings time,
but that would sugar coat the thing. And fate
is usually too busy for sublime.
The world seems slightly cooler than it was,
but summertime has never been my scene.
So it’s not due to temperature. Because
it is that way, the way it’s always been.
So there is something eating at my light.
I try, but find it hard to last the day.
When everything you do creates a fight,
you find yourself with less and less to say.
Perhaps the wisest choice is hibernate.
Come, wake me up some time in March. I’ll wait.
19 NOV 2025
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