5th Season
"5th Season"
The papers signed, the silence fell at last,
7 years of effort vanished in the air,
A bitter echo of a hurried past.
We built a home and left it standing bare;
I calculate the minutes that were cast.
The future that we planned now feels untrue,
I trace the map of roads we should not take,
The promises we broke now see us through.
For all the years we labored for its sake,
Now time demands a heavy overdue.
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