Letting go
In a time like this
Wood burning mess
When the times are hard
An ode to control
Is called
Norms of ideals
Exist no longer
When the ice melts
And turns into water
From my tiny apartment in NYC
Packing up my life
City to city
A republicĀ in confusing times
And settings
Ode to control
If I were a risky man
I would be betting