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