There is a line I'm not sure whether to cross.
Things could be better if I do, but maybe not...
I think and think and overthink.
I could leave behind a wreck, or maybe no trail at all
Things get worse yet I still fail to act.
I want to be a leaf.
A tiny leaf atop a tall tree,
where darkness holds no sway,
where the stars shine during long nights,
where the sun can warm me on tough days.
I want to watch as foxes run,
to hear the wolves howl at the moon,
to feel the wind and rain on me,
to be one with nature.
I want to live the life of a leaf
without suffering and pain,
to be at peace and feel safe
when I bloom and when I fall.
We are all but leaves on a branch;
come autumn we fall,
come spring we grow.
A one-eyed man I met,
from far away he'd traveled here.
In search of what he'd lost,
he told me of a place that can't be seen
where men who bravely die
rise in glory and await the fated day.
I did not believe his words
for then I was a fool.
Two wolves were by his side yet
I did not feel afraid.
Two ravens he had lost, he said
and asked if I could help.
My doubts would be gone
if I helped for they could speak.
Then the dreary night came on which
I met one of the two.
A tapping on my chamber door
revealed to me the truth.
"Nevermore" the raven said and
now I believed.
Neither here nor there I was
when you blossomed amid autumn.
The well, I heard, had been emptied.
Saddened, I sat on the porch and
watched the orange sky glaze by
like we used to. Come twilight
I reminisced the old days.
You said it would be fine if
reaching out was not an option.
So, neither here nor there I was,
but deep inside I always knew
the dog wouldn't hunt.
Even a single wave is enough to fill a bucket.
the hardest walls to climb
are the ones we build ourselves