Who does he think he is?
So fascinated with this facade
We watch another September fade
And our fears come full circle.
Shapeshifters
Living out the same story line
In different skin
We've collected these lives
Dissected and labeled them
But haven't learned much beyond
The price we pay for change.
Autumn glows orange
Endless possibilities stifled by fire
And death
I am weary of the same ending
Winter brings another cycle
Spring trades seven for eight
But I just want to linger
In these last rays of sunlight
Filtering through branches onto leaves
Still green
Old crow
What is the price of my freedom?
That indigo void seems like an unobtainable goal
As I waste another season of this life
With you.