Puppeted Desire

Fall takes a false start

But already it’s past too late

Yesterday, we bid the sun farewell

And made space for flavorful cornucopias.

Candles of pumpkin spice and safety blankets

Have already made an appearance

So we sit and we wait for the wind to howl

And for the mood to be full again

Because we want to claim werewolves and vampires and puppeted freight

Because we want the seasons to change

And everything else to remain the same

It’s all just puppeted desire.

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