LEAFS

The leaves are falling from the trees, like the thoughts in my mind. I want to walk, jump around, and look at the new things inside the piles. I found the latest taste in my mouth and the smells inside my nose. Which ones will I choose?

I was a young child not long ago; where does time go like the leaves? What hours will now haunt me in my sleep, and what masks will I wear while awake? Which ones will my human face take?

What will these upcoming seasons bring when they hold such beauty in all the mysteries that they call a song and sing