Bland, the colors of the fall
inside the stone and pastel wall
gentle beeps and colored wires
the casters creak; the beds on tires.
Leafless air and plastic light
intrusions through a starless night
mechanics of the flesh intend
to find a way to winter's end.
Outside, a bold October sky
sweet breath of fall is passing by
loosing brilliant leaves to dance
their final resting left to chance.
The deck's been dealt, the final card
should fall with cheerful disreguard
Yet, I find I'm ever vexed
and endless, comtemplate what's next.