It is fall
And the leaves are falling.
The leaves are falling down from the sky
And on the ground,
Like everything else is falling down
And brakes to fucking pieces.
Little fucking pieces of everything,
They are scattered all around everywhere.
All broken, and rotten, and dry.
It is hard to find comfort in the struggle.
It is hard to love the madness of life.
I knew that life wouldn’t be easy.
I knew that once you fall
There is a chance to get up.
I knew when you stand tall,
There is a chance to fall down.
The leaves don’t mind to be on the ground,
They are getting older and yellow and brown.
The leaves don’t mind to be stepped on them,
They know that this is the end.
The fall is rich and complete with
All those colors and leaves and the fresh sky.
I watch them all around just laying
On the ground
As I walk minding my business
Into the madness of life.