Common Sense and Autumn Leaves

He comes without warning, impels suddenly Common sense ebbs with the autumn leaves He says, "don't do it, don't fall for me" I stumble, I focus on where I have been Lost in a vision, blurry and fogged Where I dance to internal monologues Only ever one you, yet admittedly To you, there's a hundred thousand of me These bleak, ageing memories grow more unclear The ramifications don't cut so severe A surge of new chapters show no sign of slowing No stumbles, I focus on where I am going Common sense ebbs with the autumn leaves He says, "don't do it, don't fall for me" If I dont exhibit, you will never see Insistence is fulite, I already can't breathe