September is looming.
The greenery will soon decay
And rust into its dull, autumnal shade.
A fresh start once sounded appealing
But I cannot suppress this fearful feeling.

Moving to a city where nobody knows me,
(although that sounds the same as here).
Reinventing myself,
(but I'll probably loathe that version of me the same).

Oh, what to do?
When the world's at your feet
But you can't take the leap?