Just a leaf, swirling efortlessly in the circle of time
Caught in the midst of the process of creation and withering
Closer to withering, with no willinges of further life
Giving way to the insufferable process of decaying
Bitter to the bone, ridiculed by fate
Humbled by the facade that I daily wear
I have learned to dance to the tune so well
But I stumble, with every step I take
For I am no dancer to the tune they repeatedly want me to play
And neither is he, the one for whom I don the mask I hardly like
So we struggle to grasp the rules which govern our fate
Surrendering to the imperious hand of merciless time
That was me,
I don't even know when I'm insulted.
That's why I take it happens all the time.
Kassandra (talk) 19:48, 20 June 2017 (UTC)