Autumn

The trees bloom, come fall – leafs. Those whom born, no longer breathe. Mourn as we climb through time, an endless peak only to fall, where everything has ceased. Life is, but a story to each. The hero, villain and those we teach. We reach a certain road where you’d see, how lonely to be stranded at sea. For in riches and in power. For all the weak we devour. We enter our beds alone. For in love and in hatred. Surrounded or alienated, inside your head, you’re all alone. There’s no weak and no strong. For all the wisdom, we’re always wrong. Breathe a century, dreaming to be young, but everyone leaves. As will I.