The leaves of autumn
The leaves of autumn past
Fell all around me
Brownish, yellowish, greenish, tinted
A season had come to pass
Nothing alive in its wake
Or
so it seems
The seasons pass away
Of sleeping and waking
And sleeping and waking
The leaves fall
Swept by the wind
New growth unnatural in beauty
Lasting an hour or so
Or
so it seems
We struggle to reach our destiny
The time passing in a chaotic rhythm
Or
so it seems
Little pieces of gold and silver
Laid in our path full of mud and muck
And more mud and muck
Or
so it seems
The why, the what, the how, the when and
the where
Unite in the drudgery of our struggle
Or
so it seems
The struggle of birth,
The challenge of death,
And the agony of resurrection
Three concepts, foreign and unknown to us
Touted by some, mocked by others and still,
as if never mentioned
Praises given to the struggle of birth,
And sorrow, deep sorrow given to death
But is the celebrated birth bigger than
the feared death
So
it seems
Three passages,
Dark to light,
Light to dark
And then who knows
Or
so it seems
What we leave behind is a memory for a
generation or two
Forgotten
Our graves buried deeper
For more graves to cover it
Making room for more dead
Is the challenge of death a seed planted
for the agony of resurrection?
As some claim
Or a deep sleep non-existent, unnatural
Our folly leads us to our foolish path
Or
so it seems
All relative to some,
Yet absolute to others
Or
so it seems
The right made wrong
The wrong made right
With a signature of the pen
I did not break any laws
And who cares about morals
When we have laws
Or
so it seems
About morality,
He says
I have none
I follow the laws I enacted
And to morals I say be gone
Or
so it seems
The leaves of autumn fall around me
Brownish, yellowish, greenish, tinted
A season has come to pass
And I look forward to a new beginning
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