life

summer's gone.
that means leaves are dead
and the sunlight strikes the earth at such a fine angle
that it's heat heats us up insufficiently
so the weather's cold
the wind blows
and it takes with it those dead and dry, brittle leaves
uniting them with the dust of the earth
and maintaining, sustaining, that chilly fealing
so my shiver grows
and my barren exposition, and warm-blooded predisposition
leads me to believe through intuition, that i'm not just cold
i'm alone
my friends are gone, and i've been without focused,
unitarian, monogamous, romance all along
so its the same sad song, that refrains
spring flings, and summer lovin' are so far away
all i have to look forward to is my family...
look back at the past,
the friends been had,
the friends now missed.
the life which seemed to spring eternal
and summer, somewhere, brings light so bright
and constant that it confuses the nocturnal
I sure had a blast,
i look past the fun things that lie ahead and seek only that which I had
i'm stuck in a rut, i'm caught in the muck
bring your cousins, bring your friends...
come back to life, you leaves again,
shine new light, the moon does not suffice,
the fact that it reflects the real rays of the sun
means that the day is only ridiculously mocked by the night
alright
im cold, if i say this just 65 times
according to aarp i'll be old
and according to research survey's
85 times and i'll be ready to die
but the summer past made me feel so alive
death is not an option
because through some odd connection and how leaves fertilize the earth
and the trees signify turning, ring ring around the core...
rebirth new life and years of revitalized life worth...
not even leaves die
cuz in 6 moths time
with a little sunshine
they revive.
i'm alive.