A circle turns square,
As I smile to care,
And vice in despair,
Of a forgotten chair,
My golden pen away,
Locked under a tray,
Will rust one day,
While I sit in decay,
You took the hook,
Off the blue book,
To shred a look,
At the sea’s brook,
Velvet minds alike,
We seek to sink,
Another strike,
At life’s blink…
Luc Laverdure