october daze

leaves shift

time strays the blue moon

hangs loose on the horizon

what have we done

we cry to shadows

our presence comforts

but does not last

this hard life

is long and painful

short and beautiful

busy and listless

we have chosen each quality

and mesmerize ourselves

through each bastion

play the game we say

done with it all

but then watch the trees

notice the wind

return to the love

and renew begin again this Truth

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