Leafs Fall

Like autumn leaves, our memories rustle and fall, gently nudging levees, a bitter sweet recall. Where shadows play and deceive, I wander lost, I am a broken doll, with a mischievous grin, trapped in a maze of complexities and faux, a fleeting glimpse of joy in the darkness within, searching for the path to wisdom, hunting relief, between enlightenment and ignorance, siren beckoning, And now I'm trapped in a mellifluously sung melody.