Autumn winds
Mood:  sad
Autumn leaves scurry along black pavement,
And buses mow down, what was once alive,
Like broken dreams their colour dims,
Once soft and vibrant,
And now, a mere remnant of its glory,

And I walk along this dark road,
The wind filling the air with coldness,
As my hands search for warmth in the depths of my pockets,
I ask myself, why?
Why have I fallen so short again?

All those dreams I had, all those goals for myself?
Where have they gone?
Why am I stagnant?
I’m not afraid, but I need direction, a fresh focus in my life,
A little Engagement and interaction with something I desire.

If I could only know, what that is.

If only this deep void in my heart would be filled,

If only this confidence could be fuelled by an active desire,
A hope and a belief that my actions could make a difference,
Then,

I think I’d be fine.