October first has come and gone,
The leaves are falling to the lawn,
Soon the snow
And the long winter
Will bury us all in it's deathlike cocoon.
Humankind thinks sunny weather's good,
But then winter feels misunderstood,
Soon snap judgements
And food for thought
Will lead is not into temptation but also into evil.
Our biologies combine to unknown end,
Give precious little time to spend
Yet we waste it
And fend off boredom
And submit ourselves
Our whole being
Into this nightmarish, unreal bracken that is the internet.