I feel the autumn breeze
it beckons me, granting me solace
beneath it's chilling wing
but underneath it all
I forget what it means
to have a sensible being.
I forgot what it meant
to be real

However, when they come down to it
and I forget once again how to breathe
I just turn my head and nod
to watch the events unfold
beneath my very feet.

the autumn wind beckons me
to the world of cold and frost
the doorway to winter
the last shred of color
before a world of white
however my dismay
I still forget
why I should sit still
why I should forget
how to live.