leaf

rushing clear, wild, and free I am a tumbling mountain stream this perpetual motion I'm addicted to from now on, I'm warning you whatever I reach out to hold onto I'll honor, I'll cherish, then slip hitherto away to drift, to roam recklessly after attempting, but, oh, so fecklessly to stay, to settle, to build something ... shameless... I so should be running yeah, karma... it is your boyfriend, love even if you were the prettiest dove this energy past from life to life in me, I fear, will always reside why, leaf, are you lost in the wind blown away and never seen again it's the season, something you can't control warm days too short and long nights too cold to hang onto what gave you your precious life I know.. you laugh... to think you'll ever die leaf you've lived and never lived at all your destiny always and ever is... to fall dripping like a faucet down the drain there is no struggle there is no pain even for the life to which you've clung on the ladder you're just a rung for another wanderer soaring up who'll evaporate into a stormy cloud leaping from which, he'll cry out loud because that clear, free, wild stream is where he's always longed to be