Autumn's Fragrance

Death and beauty mixes up the gentle balance of Learning from the past As we try to figure out how to move forward Nothing ever lasts I spent the past months creating a simple story For my friends and myself The other story lives out in the western country Just as true but withheld Tears leave my eyes Feeling like I did a year ago Painful pieces Pushing up from what I pushed below I try to be gentle as I disentangle While keeping my vision straight Aimed at my own interests and my endeavors I keep my gaze away But one glimpse upsets All the walls I had been able To build around my self Their pain, my gain Am I a horrible person For looking out for my health Tears leave my eyes Feeling like I did a year ago Painful pieces Pushing up from what I pushed below As the leaves fall I read through my myth and I Identify the holes Autumn is the fragrance of easy answers Not continuing to hold