Leaves covering the ground with mossy tree trunks emerging from the landscape.

Leaves

Feelings are driven by senses, and my senses betray...

Leaves
Fell to the ground
Winter must be creeping slowly

A breeze
Tossed to the wind
Crushed underfoot as I’m walking

I freeze
At the base of the steps
That lead to the next thing coming

What did I miss?
What didn’t I say?

Feelings are driven by senses
And my senses betray

What must it be like?
It drives me away
a dot I never connect
feels like my one chance gone astray

Are you taking your

Leaves
they're Brushing my cheek
Crumbling like crystals fraying

I see
In symphonies of shades
Your piles of grey as they drift away

Free
For you to be you
For me I just want not to get played

What am I missing?
What if I was so swayed?
The vibes might be right now, baby

What if I master my fate?

What could it feel like?
Do you wanna play?

A dot we might connect
A path found no other way
But for its
Leaves

Aaron Silvers

Aaron Silvers

Future Barber; Former Fed; Mostly Music. Follow along @ https://cut.buzz
Chicago, USA