The seasons change
time flows as sleek as the wind blows;
Leaves change colors and fall;
The earth consumes everything
eventually we are all dirt.
But I remember when we were as beautiful as falling leaves
when we were young and innocent and and didn’t know small
We were all the same in out own unique ways;
we were from the same tree;
then the branches began to sway.
Today you are not my friend though
I couldn’t live without you…
Somehow I’ll get though..
I’ll dig my way through the earth
next time you see me I’ll be driving the hearse
I’ll be smiling and nodding as I spit another verse;
Though noting is solved; I’ve evolved
like a tree;
cursed to bloom so beautifully each season
then dissolve into nothing.