this shall past of the seasons
the leaves will continue to fall every fall
and the sun would always be the sun
and you are changing with the madness mentally
as the chaos continues, it eats deep
leaving you naked with only the truth
of what you hold
the reasons why you grasp
isn't measure for words that exist only in the mind
only for you to be left with confusion and frustration
the seasons will past the world ages
and you have to learn to let go
for the best version of yourself in the near future