"Autumnal leaf" "Yeah, what is it
"Where are you going?" "I'm blowing
the breeze on crumbling wings.
"Autumnal leaf what's you goal in
" Don't be so bloody daft, how can
goal or a life, when torn away from
mother tree, other than be soil
"Autumnal leaf" "Sigh, what do you
my inquisitive friend?" "Do you
long to see?
the ocean again and drown in its
"Get lost meddlesome mind, I refuse
a sentimental man, my idea of an
a picture postcard sent by a dream
Paradise anyway and had nothing
to do with
reality. Ask no more, let the foregone
a melancholic smile"