The leaves stumble from the dying trees,
huddled together on the ground before they're blown away by the breeze.
Frozen etiquette better than other's that you met,
winter just a stranger that you haven't heard of yet.
Sun spent on shining too bright for too long.
Voice cracked and wary from singing the same song.
Pawned the life breath to make life silent and spent the time becoming something priceless.
Meaning you are the only one.
The golden nature mother's womb is pointing at her only son.
Fun as it may be,
you will feel it.
The itching to flee and find someone else to talk and sit.
A lonely apple pit,
waiting for someone to stumble upon them.
A loose string on a shirt hem,
somewhere long ago you'd been.
Need a friend?
You lost them when you wouldn't find time to mend.
Striving for attention although you do nothing but defend,
your blindness.
You went from emotional to silence.
Try this,
remembering all the moments that felt timeless.
You see the faded leaves are only reborn into living beings,
like lucid dreams conjuring your favorite things.
Some may call it crazy when you're all alone,
but then again you always had the option to pick up a phone.
Or just listen to the dial tone.
It's truly up to you.
To advanced towards better anything instead of consuming all the gloom.
You need a room to run to when the demons come through.
So build a tomb and bury that seemingly everlasting doom.
Now watch the sunrise upon the spring bloom.
The buds of bright green proving love is pure and true.
That you too can be reborn into a flower or a thorn.
Do you want to amaze or do you wish to scorn?
