
foggy morning start
windows shattering hailstones
we’re not in control

foggy morning start
windows shattering hailstones
we’re not in control

some days are like this
on fire with celestial glow
others - not so much

chasing a sunset
reaching an acceptance point
all things come to end

days of confinement
wandering halls and finding
the nearest exit

a busy office
people coming and going
time here - standing still