THE WIND GENTLY SLIPPING THROUGH YOUR FINGERS
AS IF IT WERE A SWEET REMINDER OF THE SEASON TO COME
FEELING THE CRUNCH OF THE RECENTLY PASSED LEAVES--
I LOOK UP TO THE SKY
AND I'M GOLDEN
THIS IS THE MOMENT WHERE SOMETHING IN MY BRAIN SNAPS
AND I KNOW THIS BODY IS NOT MY OWN
BUT WITHOUT IT I AM A BLOATED NUMBER OF SENSELESS AMBITION
SO WITH MY TAIL BETWEEN MY LEGS, I PUSH MYSELF THROUGH THE DOOR
AND I CONTINUE ON.
