Fall is dark

Full of melancholy

I feel the wind

I feel the lonely

It's foggy

I see all the dead leaves lie

The trees stand upwards, as they cry

They just feel frail and weak, as I watch them flow into the creek

Same year, same shit

I'm in the woods

Crying

Only place I can go, to feel safe

The trees get me, I guess

All I do is sit and watch the stream

Why am I here? I should be with other people

The freedom overtakes me

For why would I want to come down to Earth?