the wind in the trees
has always reminded
my mind and heart of fall
in the past a place we can all visit
when we close our eyes
and drift for a minute
are we in for a November
like that one in sixty-three
desperate times call for desperate measures
and they may even want the military
to police the streets...
the wind above signifies change
and since the dawn of this new spot
along the time line behind these lids
when closing businesses are all everyone's
talking about even on the sunniest of days
who even admires the beauty
anymore everyone is so afraid
to be without things
randomly riding a bike around
this small town hoping and searching
for success in one hell of a situation
and just when it's getting tough
they tell me to get out
as if it won't disappoint most of them...
constant changes proof because
topic has switched again
need a soft seat under the wind
leaves falling all around
the silence is always anything but
silent still something tells me
to wait and not give up hope
because this team is strong
and strength is what it takes
to face every day
and take it on chin
everyday if I have to
in order to make it to bed each night...
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