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He thoughtfully gazes to the fallen leaves
aimlessly walks and walks and grieves
he listens to the voices in his head
he ponders his choices that he made

Remembering all the sad things to regret
confronting all the good things to forget
believing the truth is too harsh for him
too much to let go of his sweetest dream

No one will know it before it’s gone
no one will get it unless they got none
but still he wonders about the shining sun
there just has to be something to be done

He slowly fades and drifts away for sure
he has nothing here to stay for
nothing miraculously happens anymore
as he saddens with a heart of sore

He knows sometimes it becomes too late
and some things are too wrecked to be repaired
and he finally finds himself surrendered
trying to find a word which haven’t already been said

So he sits and stares at the wall
he breathes the chill in the wind of the fall
the more he struggles to find a reason
the less he finds a fair meaning to it all