The truth is
I have shed leaves
Struck down by goodbyes
That cared not a dime
For my reverent constancy
I have shed leaves
Struck down by goodbyes
That cared not a dime
For my reverent constancy
Oh such is life-
astounding
Beating you up for your passions
As though it is criminal to cherish
The truth is
It is enslaving to be numbed-
deadened by memories abhorred
That one inhabits outside themselves
As a soul abandoned
Whatever life shall beget
I shall feel-
to be free
© Words are living things.
