An opportunity to ride the wind.
The greatest joy of death is the falling.

The sights of fall,
the sounds of them all,

hear their call,
the crinkle beneath your feet,

another broken leaf…

A capsized philosophy
off of the family tree.

Will you pardon me
for taking my leave?

Or are you so cruel to act
as if I never received...

Your expectations at last
have come to pass.

I don’t care.
I don’t care...

But look at me.

It’s hard to be
when you need it most.

I don’t think I deserve
to be left to coast,

on my way
as if I never existed…

But fair is fair
to those who decide.

And I don’t think it’s right
to be swept aside,

but what can you do
when you lived life?

You had to lose sooner or later...
Good night to you.

*I could never hate her.